House up in the pent
I imagine
Overlooking all
Of Manhattan
As we throw our money in a furnace
Uh huh
Champagne faucet drip
Wipe our own ass when we shit
Dollar signs don't make you that abhorrent
The times are getting old
And all I wanna know
Will you carry me home
Will you Harry me home
Minutes turn to hours
Soon my blood will pour up sour
Will you carry me home
Will you carry me home
Order one of everything
Throw it all away
Order two of everything
Do that shit again
Just to leave out with the bowl of din-mints
Went nuts in the five star
Endless lemonade
Stole Matt Damon's sports car
Then we drenched the maid
Think we chill but everyone calls us ruthless
The times are getting old
And all I wanna know
Will you carry me home
Will you Harry me home
Minutes turn to hours
Soon my blood will pour up sour
Will you carry me home
Will you Harry me home
When you leave in the morning
Will you carry me
Through the storm hill its pouring
Will you carry me
Hold me down like a capo
Will you carry me
Stick around hug the weight off
Carry me home