Cold War Kids Rubidoux

So let's go deadbolt your shed door, cram your paper money snug closer than before
Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows, and your eyes are shifting dials like AM radios

Snowed over river melted more last night, still the same to shovel windshields of spidered ice
Yes, yes mother I mean to be baptized
Seeds that make the high ground grow and multiply

Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight
What did you expect?
Romantic Isle of Wight?
Just empty desert light

Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs and tuck themselves in percussion as succession was
Tonight as single simple folk played themselves slow just like talking city blues down in the hallway low

Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight
What did you expect?
Romantic Isle of Wight?
Just empty desert light

I suggest that you respect the deal and keep your nose out of business of priests and holy men
The life you have chosen is filled with dirty fingernails, and lost and founds, and cancelled appointments

10 more avenues time to choose and there's rain that'll fall down in five
There's 50 doors to choose from and there's many more many more inside inside inside and the nighttime's going to come
The nighttime's going to come

Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight
What did you expect?
Romantic Isle of Wight?
Just empty desert light

Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night
Just empty desert light
Just empty desert light
Just empty desert light