Let's Hang Out

Wife Patrol

Compositor: Greg O'Neill / Natasha O'Neill / Nicole O'Neal

Terrified of the news today
Injected the whole scroll straight into my veins
Grabbed my pillow and started to scream
Drop-kicked all my metal machines
And so we pushed ourselves out into the light
Seventy-two degrees fahrenheit
Too, too beautiful for a funeral
Washed our brains in a bucket of pearls

I wanna say that you're the one
Making purgatory fun
You, you're not just anyone
Let's hang out until the Sun goes down

Summer voices and a rattled cage
Instead of sixty hours working minimum wage
Talking latitude and longitude
Walking holes into the soles of our shoes
Stupid movies on a drive-in screen
Ignoring everyone but you and me
Too, too beautiful for a cubicle
Watercolor in a charcoal world

I wanna say that you're the one
Crushing diamonds into dust
Cotton-candy witch hunt
Let's hang out until the Sun goes down
I wanna say that you're the one
Making purgatory fun
You, you're not just anyone
Let's hang out until the Sun goes down

Hey
Terrified of the news today
I wanna say that you're the one
Making purgatory fun
You, you're not just anyone
Let's hang out until the Sun goes down