I'm Low On Gas And You Need A Jacket
Choke, tried to wash you down with something strongDry but the taste of blood remains (of blood remains)Cold, empty mattresses and falling starsMy, how they start to look the same
So keep in happinessAnd torture me while I tell you,"Let's go in style."A million hooks aroundA million ways to dieDarling, it's cold outside
No, no more eyes to see the sun (to see the sun)You slide into bed while I get drunkSlow conversations with a gunMean more than I've ever said to anyone, anyone
So keep in happinessAnd torture me while I tell you,"Let's go in style."A million hooks aroundA million ways to dieDarling, let's go insideIt'll be alright
But last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tablesAlmost fought some bitch at the club (yeah!)Got kicked out of your hotel and lost your shoesWell, fuck, what am I supposed to be, impressed?You're just another set of bones to lay to restI guess it’s time to say goodnight.Hope you had a really good time, good time
And I will soon forget the color of your eyes and you’ll forget mine
So keep in happinessAnd torture me while I tell you,"Let's go in style!"A million hooks aroundA million ways to dieLet's go outsideIt'll be alright
Last night, you said you ended up in Palm Springs dancing on tables