Tarantula
Drop Nineteens
When it started downtown
I was showing off my boots at The Box
An uptown girl with a drop dead smile
And killer locks
Saw her see me seein' her
She saw me see her seein' me
I opened my mouth and some words came out
Which just ain’t my tendency
And we feel like it's after school
In the afternoon
In the afterlife
And I know that it's nothing new
That there's only you
Until heaven or hell
Cut to the chase, my brother
There’s been weather and weather and weather and weather
And there's wolves on the wind
But we'll be just fine
So don't be sorry (don't be sorry)
We’ve got each other at night with our big city lights
And the Christmas ghost of Atari
Yeah, the Christmas ghost of Atari
And we feel like it's after school
In the afternoon
In the afterlife
And we'll steal what we want from you
And take it with spoon
To heaven or hell
True friend, true love
True friend, true love
True friend, true love
A true friend love
True friend, true love
True friend, true love
True friend, true love
True friend, true love