Wearing orange on that strangest of days,
a shrugged protest against the name.
Stepping over snakes curling around our feet
and kissing the world with blood on the teeth.
Hungover in the doctor's office wearing black eyes.
You know we know how to have the good times.
Drinking whiskey until the sun loses its shine
and the world will start to turn on our lies.
Hit the streets with a bottle in hand
after taking two shots in the bushes.
We take the sin in Jameson serious.
We know when to run from a good idea,
and we run, and we can run up a bar tab.
Silent souls, but we laugh out loud.
Snow melts into a mirror over silvery sidewalks.
Magazine girls splash around in green golashes.
We'll jump the fence and spin naked in the park.
Never say we didn't know how to make our mark.
Hit the streets with a bottle in hand
after taking two shots in the bushes.
We take the sin in Jameson serious.
We know when to run from a good idea,
and we run, and we can run up a bar tab.
Silent souls, we laugh out loud.
Contemplate all the possibilities in a car bomb.
You know we know how to have the fun.
Torn pants hang from fences, we hang on our crutch.
Yeah, we know how to have our fun.
Wearing orange out of spite and nothing else much.
We know how and when to run.
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