Grab my car keys we’re gonna hit the pavement,
gonna find a fair headed girl with brown eyes,
a temper the size of a bold face lie, monsters in her hair
doesn’t matter cause she doesn’t care about my pair.
She’s got a gun, sun at her back we’re both dead,
doesn’t matter now cause I’m old, bold, and dead.
You? You’re just part of me, the dumb part. Grab those keys.