Lyrics

It's getting cold in Pennsylvania All the cameras and elevators And you've got me drying off in hotel lobbies Brother, I think you need another hobby Some things you just don't forget Like racing my accomplices 4am and down the stairs Sirens ringing through the air We congregate and fill the room Rabid whispers on the move No one's quite sure what to do But fingers will be flying soon I believe you and I should be okay We should probably pack our bags just in case They send out the dogs for people like us Wrong time of year for New Orleans For coffee cups and limousines We stood toe to toe on Bourbon Street Brother, that hurricane's a selfish, a selfish drink They say you boys should get in line Troubled deeds breed troubled minds There's a reason for those warning signs The folks round here start breathing fire And fortune never wastes its time On magnets for the worst advice I'm in my mother's prayers tonight She's sending angels to my side I believe you and I should be okay We should probably pack our bags just in case They send out the dogs for people like us And I believe we should cut our loss Before lines get crossed And this dirty work catches up to us They send out the dogs for people like us They can't reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans They can't reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans I believe you and I should be okay We should probably pack our bags just in case They send out the dogs for people like us They can't reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans They can't reach Pennsylvania by way of New Orleans They can't reach Pennsylvania