Crooked Halos

Janey ain’t a storybook heroine
She probably ain’t getting into heaven
But there’s six cylinders in her daddy’s ride
And she’s gonna try and get there tonight
She pulled up outside, it was hot-wired
In a voice that could make a pitbull purr
She said «I know a thing or two about sin»
But her eyes are holy water, and I’m swimming
Come on baby, let’s put on our crooked halos
And maybe we’ll find a way to start all over again
Janey ain’t the kind you bring home to mum
But I loved her more than anyone
The way she danced in that red summer dress
By the swimming hole where we’d go to rest
So many see beauty and don’t understand
They crush a rose and feel nothing
Well I know a thing or two about sin
But her eyes are holy water and I’m swimming
Come on baby, let’s put on our crooked halos
And maybe we’ll find a way to start all over again
Gates of heaven or gates of hell
For one summer we ruled the world