| Hey paleface in the morning sun
|
| Hanging by the fountain with your friends
|
| Little early to be so tired
|
| Or late for going out on a mend
|
| Well, two white boys on the wrong side of town
|
| Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
|
| Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights
|
| So what’s it gonna be, your smokes or mine?
|
| Neph was driving think I rode shotgun
|
| Down by the water, chances are
|
| And the summer, I’m just burning in heaven
|
| Boning up for finals in a bar
|
| Well, I hear you laugh when you ask about me
|
| Are you coming home for Christmas
|
| Come on, pretty please? |
| Spent in a boxcar
|
| Wind blowing in, transistor radio, bottle of gin
|
| On the way home Neph wasn’t feeling too good
|
| So we pulled to the side of the road
|
| He was kneeling, I was laughing
|
| As he tossed himself all over my clothes
|
| Well, two white boys on the wrong side of town
|
| Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
|
| Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights
|
| So what’s it gonna be, what’s it gonna be
|
| Two white boys on the wrong side of town
|
| Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
|
| Blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights
|
| So what’s it gonna be, your smokes or mine?
|
| She’s so fine |