It's getting cold in Pennsylvania
All the cameras and elevators
And you've got me drying off in hotel lobbies
Brother, I think you need another hobby

Some things you just don't forget
Like racing my accomplices
4am and down the stairs
Sirens ringing through the air
We congregate and fill the room
Rabid whispers on the move
No one quite sure what to do
But fingers will be flying soon

I believe you and I should be okay
But we should probably pack our bags just in case
They send out the dogs for people like us

Wrong time of year for New Orleans
For coffee cups and limousines
We stood toe to toe on Bourbon Street
Brother that hurricane is a selfish, a selfish drink

They say you boys should get in line
Troubled deeds breed troubled minds
There's a reason for those warning signs
Folks round here start breathing fire
And fortune never wastes it's time
On magnets for the worst advice
I'm in my mother's prayers tonight
She's sending angels to my side

I believe you and I should be okay
But we should probably pack our bags just in case
They send out the dogs for people like us

And I believe we should cut our loss before lines get crossed
And this dirty work catches up to us
They send out the dogs for people like us

I believe you and I should be okay
But we should probably pack our bags just in case
They send out the dogs for people like us


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