Lose your keys and we can't go home
In a little time  In a little gin
We can touch hands again
Lose your head  Lose your warhead

Wrote a song for a room I left long ago
It was my home  It was my Hell
Now the girl the lives there
She's an exotic  She's a drunk
Leaves her clothes off
When it rains  Run to the river

She carry me  She run me  All the way down
To the floor  Where it's warm
And dirty like a river
My whole Hell

Carry me  No  Run me
All the way down to the river

All I want is to be worthy of my
Hands, but she's got plans
Dirty like a river
(You can't) run me down
Lose it  Lose your war