Straight ahead, no breaks
Bad kids looking for heartache
Hiding between the downtown lights and dreaming

It’s hot, hanging on the roof top
Keys drop, sucking down a soda pop
I like the way your face looks in the moonlight

And it’s such dumb luck, that we’re the same kind of trouble
A destructive pair like a fire work display
I don’t give a fuck, I’m tired of being hustled
Is there something in the air, or is it that we’re jaded
How much I shake I’m a little earthquake
You’re a tall palm tree, swinging in the breeze

Ice cream switchblade not afraid
You’re so tough so lemonade
Hopping on trains and skipping through the turnstiles

So we’re walking down the street with our mean faces
Letting people know just what their place is
If we don’t do it, who’s gonna run this city

And it’s such dumb luck, that we’re the same kind of trouble
A destructive pair like a fire work display
I don’t give a fuck, I’m tired of being hustled
Is there something in the air, or is it that we’re jaded
How much I shake I’m a little earthquake
You’re a tall palm tree, swinging in the breeze

Whoa, I committed a crime
Whoa, now I’m doing time
Whoa, I committed a cream
But I’m feeling fine
How much I shake I’m a little earthquake
You’re a tall palm tree swinging in the breeze