sarah, settle down put your helmet on walk these streets of gold with cigarettes you hand rolled i don't know you and i don't owe you a thing but i smile so hard it hurts just when things get worse you said you've woken from a dream abandoned by your mother could this be?
satan, settle done keep your trousers on you can warm the globe but leave my wretched soul alone i don't know you and i don't owe you a thing but the children lose their minds in such uncertain times and i'm woken from a dream surrounded by my lovers oh, woe is me!
and a hundred thousand times a day the yellow lights turn red and a hundred thousand miles away i'm turning myself in oh, christ, i am!