Last night, you called me Arizona,
‘cus I\'m “sweet yet slightly bitter”,
on the run in Barcelona,
I’m not giving up, I’m not a quitter.
I fall asleep in a British flag,
you stood smoking by the window,
I pledge allegiance to my Dad,
while we roll around in the green dough.
Come and play in the shadows with me,
where bullets are like sweet candy gobstoppers,
my kiss is the barrel of the gun, you’ll like it,
because we’re the opposite of the calming summer.
Drugs, breathe it up like Pete Doherty,
You’ll get what you’re given,
Together we’re too toxic for Heaven,
and we’ll go unforgiven.