Moving Minors Over County Lines - Blitzen Trapper

This is such a mess, I can hardly get undressed

Your sister puts the rest of us to shame

Dancin' on some beds, with her toenails painted red

Her radio just rockin' in the rain

So, cowboy’s on the lawn, and the sun is almost gone

Hold your breath and kiss me on the knee, we’ll see

Firecrackers stashed in a giant wad of cash

Just looking for the hook that holds the key, we’ll see

Old enough to kiss you on the mouth

Yeah, you’re young and touch, your tongue tastes like the moon

Bright blown wings are holdin' up the sky

And I’m findin' they’re one thousand years too soon, soon

So dry, let her drop, we’re the last ones left alive

Just diggin' through the glove box for a sign, oh my

Handful of regrets and a broken cigarette

Yeah, just movin' minors over county lines, oh my

Old enough to kiss you on the mouth

Yeah, you’re young and touch, your tongue tastes like the moon

Bright blown wings are holdin' up the sky

And I’m findin' they’re one thousand years too soon, soon