Surrounded in a car park in Hostile, Massachusetts
Waiting on your savior, listening to music
All this dark talk is making me itchy
These guys with no shirts are making me sweat it
And it's been getting kind of hectic
You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
So faithful and pure that you're not even there
You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
This is the cross that we carry
Met some blue blood dude down at the harbor
He called me his brother, he tried to sell me his daughter
These east coast kids are such tricky talkers
Got caught by a cop up in Boston Common
Oh the lipstick, oh the mascara
We're dried up like blood and we're stuck to the ground
That's how we know we'll be sticking around
We're tied up like kites but we drift into trouble
There will nights when we suffer
Such is our struggle
Via Dolorosa
It started with mimosas
It ended with relations
Mr. Minnesota
Stuck her between stations
Watched her through the passion
And went back to his cabin
You're hot and you're scared and there's not enough air
So faithful and pure that you're not even there
You're hot and you're scared and there's not enough air
So faithful and pure that you're not even there
You're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light
Your friends think you're settled; you're scared that they're right
You're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light
Your friends think you're settled, and now you're taking separate vacations
Now you're taking separate vacations
Now you're taking separate vacations
Surrounded in a car park in Hostile, Massachusetts Waiting on your savior, listening to music All this dark talk is making me itchy These guys with no shirts are making me sweat it And it's been getting kind of hectic
You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air So faithful and pure that you're not even there You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air This is the cross that we carry
Met some blue blood dude down at the harbor He called me his brother, he tried to sell me his daughter These east coast kids are such tricky talkers Got caught by a cop up in Boston Common Oh the lipstick, oh the mascara
We're dried up like blood and we're stuck to the ground That's how we know we'll be sticking around We're tied up like kites but we drift into trouble There will nights when we suffer Such is our struggle
Via Dolorosa It started with mimosas It ended with relations Mr. Minnesota Stuck her between stations Watched her through the passion And went back to his cabin
You're hot and you're scared and there's not enough air So faithful and pure that you're not even there You're hot and you're scared and there's not enough air So faithful and pure that you're not even there You're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light Your friends think you're settled; you're scared that they're right You're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light Your friends think you're settled, and now you're taking separate vacations Now you're taking separate vacations Now you're taking separate vacations