From the lyrics provided with the album (and thank you for admitting you don't necessarily have the right lyrics):
Baptized and salt skinned with bitten lipped
Smiles I pass by all lost in the sketchy lead
Lines of bread crumbs retraced for the rest of the ride
Bathed in the moonlight of perfect American nights
Funny ride, lovely night, song sets the pace
Young lovers sing along through touched face
True love waits in shallow waters under darkened skies
Preying on handcuffed hands of solid plans and blacked out eyes
We're killing cowboys left and right again with guilty little trips and recycled cans
(Gimme whiskey lips and dirty hands)
Everyone's got a ribbon all of a sudden and a soapbox to stand
Starry-eyed and shitfaces on their plans, let's call the super models
And your favorite bands, ask them all just exactly what they've got planned (to save us from our own impeding doom)
They were, baptized and salt skinned with bitten lipped smiles, all lost in (all lost in)...
"Oh God, how you grow, oh God how you grow."
Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were broke bone and paint chipped
With bitten lip (bitten lip) smiles and soft heads
"Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine."
Meet me here later and we'll make out
The last ones roll bowling balls right down 3rd street
Doing donuts through the front lawns, keg in back seat
Paint stained pants, gas huff, make out, and bleed
Mr. Mouthful of bugs has pockets packed with popcorn seeds
It cost me nothing, the assholes all obsessed with spelling, sweaty
Out of breath from yelling, chase them up and down the ceiling, Fuck your bleeding heart
Take another twenty, buddy, all we need is murder money
Czek swore I'd laugh at anything
From the lyrics provided with the album (and thank you for admitting you don't necessarily have the right lyrics):
Baptized and salt skinned with bitten lipped Smiles I pass by all lost in the sketchy lead Lines of bread crumbs retraced for the rest of the ride Bathed in the moonlight of perfect American nights
Funny ride, lovely night, song sets the pace Young lovers sing along through touched face True love waits in shallow waters under darkened skies Preying on handcuffed hands of solid plans and blacked out eyes
We're killing cowboys left and right again with guilty little trips and recycled cans (Gimme whiskey lips and dirty hands) Everyone's got a ribbon all of a sudden and a soapbox to stand
Starry-eyed and shitfaces on their plans, let's call the super models And your favorite bands, ask them all just exactly what they've got planned (to save us from our own impeding doom)
They were, baptized and salt skinned with bitten lipped smiles, all lost in (all lost in)... "Oh God, how you grow, oh God how you grow." Meet me here later and we'll make out
They were broke bone and paint chipped With bitten lip (bitten lip) smiles and soft heads "Oh Lord, how you shine, oh Lord how you shine." Meet me here later and we'll make out
The last ones roll bowling balls right down 3rd street Doing donuts through the front lawns, keg in back seat Paint stained pants, gas huff, make out, and bleed Mr. Mouthful of bugs has pockets packed with popcorn seeds
It cost me nothing, the assholes all obsessed with spelling, sweaty Out of breath from yelling, chase them up and down the ceiling, Fuck your bleeding heart Take another twenty, buddy, all we need is murder money Czek swore I'd laugh at anything