"Get Your Good Shoes"
by Chustang

My dad's yelling from the phone
"Why haven't you come home?!"
So I blow him off
Cuz' I'm not about to go soft
Down the street it's you and me
People point and say "Dude looks like a lady"
Gun finger, don't linger, the way they've taught you baby
My world's running up and down to cage me

Now it's on another level
Should we live in hell or go find heaven

Go home, hell no
Stay home, you know
We're meant to live on the gun
Hide, what for
Live a little more
Get your good shoes

The Copper is niffing our trail
How could the night fail
I crunch my headphones in my teeth
Fate could play a sweet riff at least
If we need to get the ball rolling,
Babe, it's out-of-controlling
You revv the engine, try to offend, it's all a thrill
We've got plenty of karma to kill

Now it's on another level
Should we live in hell or go find heaven

Go home, hell no
Stay home, you know
We're meant to live on the gun
Hide, what for
Live a little more
Get your good shoes

Get a gun, it's time to run into the wind
Blood boiling under your collar, why don't you try to razz again
I'm living on my witts, spits, for a signal for salutation and bad radio
burening my ears, gotto go, come on, it's time to go, now go
Penance under my sole, hell with all caution, I resent drinking nothing
for nothing, I'll bleed, off my back, later with cuttin'
Take the back road, now go

Go home, hell no
Stay here, you know
that I leave love lies for the stunt the gun
Hide, what for
Just live a little bit more
in the race for time to turn and run
Go get your good shoes

I'll hold the door
I can't walk no more