Coolin' with Costa

Put our faces on silver coins
Put them in your pocket so you can buy the world
Shit jobs, shit clothes, shit car, shit smokes
Is the price we pay for, shit sleep and shitty drives
And the thought of not coming home alive
Does it really matter? Coming home feels good for about a week
We be feeling better. Measured by the city limits
It’s time to know where
(Time to know where)
When the kids all sing it back is all we really get
We’re driving out of this town with the shiniest crown
Over our heads
Twin brown. Haze strip life’s running on low
Smoke pouring out of the back bench window
Long late night drives take over listening to the stereo
We know we have our faiths in order (in order)
We don’t know where we are but that’s how we got this far
We’re driving out of this town with the shiniest crown
Over our heads
Up for the challenge of the next adventure
Ten days from our empty beds
Our friends make up our scenery
The best thing is between us and them
It’s all we’ve got. It’s all we want
When we’re broken down. Someone’s there to save us when we’re
(Broken down)
Our friends who we can always trust
(Breaking down, we’re breaking down)
We’re driving out of this town with the shiniest crown
Over our heads
Up for the challenge of the next adventure
Ten days from our empty beds
Put our faces on silver coins
Put them in your pocket so you can buy the world