She said, "Let's go to Battaglia's Home
'Cause anywhere is better than here"
We sang Southern Comfort versions of an old song by Muse
Those three blocks felt like forever
After five too many we walked down to the pier
And the riverfront was never the same
I stared at her legs for the rest of the night
'Cause her hips would've given it away
And boy, they would've given way
We've been living it
We're just miscreants
And these rail lines
They got electrified
We've been living it
We weren't miscreants
Yeah, and these rail lines
They got electrified
Back at 10th and Willow we were killing the night
With a tonic made of quinine and Svedka
As her black camisole came loose in my hands
I smelled the air of pending disaster
And she smelled of some scent I'd chase after
And she said she'd need a few more to last her
But I sensed that I'd get her home faster
If we'd only stayed home in the first place, yeah
I'd rather see her bound to the rafters
I'd rather see her bound to the rafters
I'd rather see her bound to the rafters
Cause I smelled the air of pending disaster
We've been living it
We're just miscreants
And these rail lines
They got electrified
We've been living it
We weren't miscreants
Yeah, and these rail lines
They got electrified