Of all the dirty words, put downs and pick up lines the prophecy in question, where does your street meet mine? Love is a bank you rob for whatever it’s worth do what the moonlight tells you to, and nobody gets hurt
the money changes hands, the screen door slams when you still got time you change your plans
White Leather Days and you were my girl White Leather Days and you were my girl
of all the restless summers, we felt our way in the dark your little boom box pumping “love will tear us apart” the only thing that tore was the jeans I wore I guess you gotta kick before you score
CHORUS
another nuclear winter here in the stranglehold one morning you wake up and your 100 years old a double coke and whiskey will help you misbehave so what we cant get back anymore we’ve always got that old new wave
some nights at 2 AM I crank it up to ten it white leather, my saturday night thing kickin back that bottle of night train my switch blades back in the White Leather Days