He’s always trouble with his noncomplacent
Shotgun eyes, shotgun eyes
His subtlety, his mystery
Not like the other guys
She’s always taken by his reputation
He’s so bad, he’s so bad
On Saturday night, they’re running for the shadow...

Here in my house, time is sweet
I hear the children playing in the street
Out where the hot winds blowing in the breeze...

We used to tear it down,
but now we just exist.
The things that I did wrong,
I'll bet you've got a list...

White demon love song down the hall
White demon shadow on the road
Back up your mind, there is a call
He isn't coming after all
Love this time
She likes the way he sings
White demon love song's in her dreams...

The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl
With fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl
She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world
Four Winds blowing through her hair...

The sanest days are mad
Why don't you find out for yourself?
Then you'll see the price
Very closely...

On a dark desert highway,
cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas,
rising up through the air...

Pick you up
Later on
What to do?
It doesn't matter 'cause you get
What you want
Through and through and if you shatter everything
That we've got
Will you call me on occasion
If you like it or not, oh no...

Send me away
I'm here on my own
Hammer, stutter now
Lets rock, lets roll now...

Sitting here on the bed,
Trying to clear my head,
But Brooke you just won't budge,
So I look back instead,
Why'd you go away?..