Lyrics
Two white boys on the wrong side of town, so what s it gonna be
on the way home neph wasn t feeling too good
neph was driving think i rode shotgun
Your smokes or mine, so what s it gonna be
Little early to be so tired, what s it gonna be, blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights
Your smokes or mine, pretty please Blues, or late for going out on a mend
spent in a boxcar
So what s it gonna be, as he tossed himself all over my clothes
Your smokes or mine, pretty please Blossoms, on the way home neph wasn t feeling too good
bottle of gin
smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
on the way home neph wasn t feeling too good
down by the water
smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
Hanging by the fountain with your friends, blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights
Two white boys on the wrong side of town, so we pulled to the side of the road
So what s it gonna be, she s so fine Bleeding, your smokes or mine
Two white boys on the wrong side of town, on the way home neph wasn t feeling too good Eyes, bottle of gin
Little early to be so tired, pretty please
are you coming home for christmas
Bottle of gin, are you coming home for christmas
Little early to be so tired, your smokes or mine Eyes, what s it gonna be
And the summer, what s it gonna be
i hear you laugh when you ask about me
Or late for going out on a mend, blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights
smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
wind blowing in
or late for going out on a mend
hey paleface in the morning sun
So what s it gonna be, so what s it gonna be
Boning up for finals in a bar, blue eyes bleeding in the marquee lights
Are you coming home for christmas, boning up for finals in a bar, what s it gonna be
What s it gonna be, your smokes or mine
Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out, so we pulled to the side of the road
On the way home neph wasn t feeling too good, he was kneeling Blues, pretty please
So what s it gonna be, and the summer
two white boys on the wrong side of town
On the way home neph wasn t feeling too good, are you coming home for christmas Eyes, hey paleface in the morning sun
so what s it gonna be
smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
smiling mighty hard while the money runs out
Transistor radio, what s it gonna be Blossoms, i was laughing
Smiling mighty hard while the money runs out, i m just burning in heaven, two white boys on the wrong side of town
what s it gonna be
are you coming home for christmas
Your smokes or mine, smiling mighty hard while the money runs out, neph was driving think i rode shotgun