Lyrics

Line up crooked my eyes straight up at the sun In and out of consciousness, neither is much fun Show down with that head of yours and the book is 10 to 1 Ghetto rock for Princess Sticky Magazines Five nights on the TV and two nights in between To make out in the basement with the American dream Take your time Take your time Take your time Take your time Baby Ain't it crazy just to want it Arrogant to flaunt it since we Fell in love with a bad idea Shine up crooked your eyes blazing like the sun Make a little paradise for many to be one Name it after liberty and build it running guns Slumming it with Princess Sticky Magazines Five nights on the TV and for ten grand she'll agree To do it all on camera with the American dream Take your time Take your time Take your time Take your time Baby Ain't it crazy just to want it Arrogant to flaunt it since we Fell in love with a bad idea Baby Ain't it crazy just to want it Arrogant to flaunt it since we Fell in love with a bad idea Since we fell in love with a bad idea Take your time Take your time