Lyrics

There's a jukebox by the water that'll steal your sons and daughters cause it's so good that it feels like a god And the wandering romantics want that obsolete Enchantment so they put the dollars in and can't stop let the red fumes pull ya down south we can disappear and turn it out She's a bloodsucker with a silk mouth make your eyes sweat drink you up and spit you out Love in the age of potpourri, baby wants her bottle and a mp3 a scary thing bout being free All your bad ideas have space to breathe A white wall a black fly A strange trip This good life