Hard Earned Money Lyrics

we put our hard earned money in the taco stand
and we ran ran ran in the marathon
when the cops they came we were all long gone
cause we had taken the subway

and the world moves slow in the evening hours
and you can't control your own heart rate
and i should know, cause i had that friend who had that friend
who's neighbor died

and some say
he became a ghost that day
and he just floats around

i assume
it's like some invisible balloon
hovering inches from the ground

well it's hard to read and it's hard to write
but i wrote wrote wrote you a three verse song
when my wrist fell off a bluebird cried
let's only hope it was the first time

well they called my house but i was not home
and my phone machine is twelve years old
and you should know cause you had that friend who had that friend
who's father said

he said "son, the perfect girl is like a gun
but she's hard to hold
once you've seen
your one and only deathmachine
never never never never never never let her go

we put our hard earned money in the old trans am
and it burned burned burned until midnight
if the cops they come, let's both take off
we can tell the boss
we were wrong