Plastic bag in the burning rain
Down at the Five Points, half insane
You prima-donna, you can hardly stand
Asking for some crystal for to take your hand
You turn to me
Said, "Baby I need a driver"
Pretty liars
Concrete fires
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We just got to hold it steady
Baby, I feel on fire
Flamingo pink and dirty jeans
Bags of ice in the kitchen sink
When I was a canyon you revive him in
This child of fighters, drunken spree
You turned to them
Some bars I can get you higher
Pretty liars
Concrete fire
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We just got to hold it steady
Baby, I feel on fire
Let you in like a sad song
Skinny lips and monroe blood
You built it up to wreck it down
Cut our fists on the cold hard ground
Let you in like a sad song
Skinny lips and monroe blood
Build it up to wreck it down
Cut our fists
Pretty liars
Concrete fire
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We just got to hold it steady
Baby, I feel on fire
And baby, I need a driver