Surrounded in a car park in Hostile, Massachusetts
Waiting on your savior, listening to music
All this gun talk is making me itchy
These guys with no shirts, they're making me sweat it
It's been getting kind of hectic

You're hot and you're scared and there's not enough air
So faithful and pure that you're not even there
You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
This is the cross that we carry

Met some blue blood dude
Down by the harbor
He called me his brother
He tried to sell me his daughter
These east coast kids are such tricky talkers
Got conned by a cop up in Boston Common
Oh, the lipstick, oh, the mascara

We're dried up like blood and we're stuck to the ground
That's how we know, we'll be sticking around
We're tied up like kites but we drift into trouble
There will be nights when we suffer

Such is our struggle
Via Dolorosa
It started with mimosas
It ended with relations
Mr. Minnesota
Stuck her between stations
Walked her through the passion
Went back to his cabin

You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
So faithful and pure that you're not even there
You're hot and you're scared that there's not enough air
So faithful and pure that you're not even there
You're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light
Your friends think you settled, you're scared that they're right
You're hot and you're fried and there's not enough light
Your friends think you're settled
Now you're taking separate vacations
Now you're taking separate vacations
And now you're taking separate vacations