they get a kick by kicking your teeth in with a pinch of salt and a bible grin. They call our love a sin. When you kissed me in that lonely street all the windows growled and you bit my lip and you said: "I'll set you free". But windows speak and they hate our guts. Our lives are cheap.
To drive away I steal my parent's car. Buy a pack of beer, go fast, go far baby ,I burn the map and watch the northern star.
When you kissed me I was cold as snake. I'm young but your lips has the taste of fate.