They're gonna send us to prison for jerks

For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again

They're gonna send us to prison for jerks

They'll find us here

Here, here in the guest room

Where we throw money at each other and cry

Oh, my

We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright

In the corners of front yards, getting in and out of cars

We miss being deviants

They'll find us here

Here, here in the guest room

Where we throw money at each other and cry

Oh, my

We can't stay here

We're starting to stay the same

We can't stay here

We can't stay this way

Just tie your woman to your wrist

Give her room to tie the other

They'll find us here

Here, here in the guest room

Where we throw money at each other and cry

Oh, my