Hard Earned Money - Fishboy

We put our hard earned money

In the taco stand

And we ran ran ran

In the marathon

When the cops they came

We were all long gone

Cause we had taken

The subway

And the world moves slow

In the evening hours

You can’t control

Your own heart rate

And I should know

Cause I had that friend

Who had that friend

Whose neighbor died

And some say

He became a ghost that day

And he just floats around

I assume

It’s like some invisible balloon

Hovering inches from the ground

Well it’s hard to read

And its hard to write

But I wrote wrote wrote you

A three verse song

When my wrist fell off

A bluebird cried

Lets only hope

It was the first time

Well they called my house

But I was not home

And my phone machine

Is twelve years old

And you should know

Cause you had that friend

Who had that friend

Whose father said

He said «son

The perfect girl is like a gun

But she’s hard to hold

Once you’ve seen

Your one and only death machine

Never never never never never never

Let her go»

We put our hard earned money

In the old trans am

And it burn burn burned

Until midnight

If they cops they come

Lets both take off

We can tell the boss

We were robbed