Tough On Fridays - The Waywards
We're gettin' stoned when we wake upgoing miles just testing our luck
you looked best in your denim jacket
last crime we committed
the best drug i've ever taken was you
i love your guns and your tattoos
i'll spend all my time, i'll do every crime
as long as i'm with you
cock it back and watch it go
celebrating with rock and roll
driving miles just to get away
spending it like its our very last day
putting miles on these old beat vans
jumping fences as fast as we can
you said, tick to your guns
it's all in fun, let the engine die
get on your black trench coat
smoke another before we go
don't make a sound i promise
this time we'll make it out
we should go it's running late
if we run now we'll get away
but those sirens they sound best
when we're running in the alley way
cock it back and watch it go
celebrating with rock and roll
driving miles just to get away
spending it like its our very last day
putting miles on these old beat vans
jumping fences as fast as we can
you said, tick to your guns
it's all in fun, let the engine die
Written by:
CALEIGH OCEGUERA, KATIE CUMMINS
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