Artist/Band:
Theory of a Deadman
Lyrics for Song: Got It Made
Lyrics for Album: Scars & Souvenirs [2008]
There's no time for a suitcase,
Just grab a quick change of clothes
You ask 'Where we goin' now, honey?'
Well, I'd tell you but nobody knows.
So sneak out the back door
'Cause you know they'll try to make you stay
And make sure you've got a seatbelt on
'Cause we're heading for the interstate
We're having the best time, living the fast life
Thinking we're just too damn young to die.
Ain't waiting for next time to see all the bright lights, to see it all.
We'll drive in the fast lane out on the freeway
Tell us to slow down starts a car chase
As long as we've got each other we've got it made
Pulled over to the side of the road,
Goin' skinny dipping in the dark
Must've left the radio on
We had to push the car to get it to start
Cruisin' down on sunset
Then went racing up Mulholland Drive
There we stopped at the top of the world
O', I never felt so alive
Now we're running on empty
We've got no place to go
We've been sleeping in the back seat
Just waiting for the sun to show
Low on cash, the tape deck's broke
Thinking of heading home
But I can tell by the smile on your face
We've still got miles to go.
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