(Butch Walker & Chrystina Lloree) 



So many ways to come and go. 

So many faces I should know. 

Being down with a sharkskin redemption. 

Wanting to be the man on a mission, yeah, oh yeah. 



He wants the $100 cufflinks, 

She wants a plastic covered love seat. 

And together they have everything, 

But they don't know, they don't know… 

(what it's like on the other side, other side…) 



Sporting the grease at the red light lounge. 

Johnny and Ricco got the coolest do's in town, oh yeah. 



Rosalinda sits and waits on Johnny B. Good. 

Hundred dollar hair and nails so she can look good. 

He ain't coming and she wants to die. 

But it don't show, it don't show… 

(what it's like on the other side, other side…) 



A hundred years have passed the price of gas hasn't changed, 

The style ain't what it used to be. 

What used to be considered cool is now just a joke. 

Somebody pull my ass from this dream. 



(What, you wanna bet? We'll kill him.) 



They don't know, they don't know… 

(What it's like on the other side, other side…)