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...