Don'T Take The Money
Bleachers
3:36Come on New York City They closed the parkway late last night Yeah, as I sat with the echoes of the Lies that I told, I felt young Never changed by crooked hearts Go put the shotgun back in the glove Come on and wait another year for the Dream far away To come home, to be brave Well, everything has changed And now it's only you that matters I will find any way To your wild heart They boarded up the windows and the doors to my house No one will ever read the letters or the Lies that I told from the years I was changed by crooked hearts Why did they have to go and do us like that? Why did they have to go and run from a Dream far away? Were we there? Was I brave? To think everything must die For anyone to matter I will find any way To your wild heart Oh, I will find any way To your wild heart Oh, I will find any way Well, everything has changed Well, fuck it, I can't tell what matters Gonna find any way To your wild heart Wild heart Your wild heart Wild heart Wild heart (oh) Wild heart Your wild (oh) Wild heart Holy shit Nah, nah, now (say hello to Mickey right now) Fuck this, let's just go for it, let's just blow the place up, fuck it