Optimist Vs. The Silent Alarm (When The Saints Go Marching In)
Oh there's skeletons and cigarettes and empty cans and bottles And we tear out of the parking lot, the engine at full throttle You mapped a route with all right turns so lights don't get us caught We've got a mess of cash in duffel bags and every penny's hot
Well hallelujah Well hallelujah And we're laughing through the fear that we'll never make the clear Oh and you've never looked so dear, it's the end of our career
We'll ditch the car in Wisconsin and hide out in the trees And I know a dude in Madison who owes some favors to me With the money in the backseat, baby, we could buy a house And raise a little family on Shlitz and Mickey Mouse
Well hallelujah Well hallelujah And we're laughing through the fear that we'll never make the clear Oh and you've never looked so dear, it's the end of our career