It's when backwater babies are born
And cars shake hands
like they were never meant to
And I'm gunning for the boss
he's the one who sent you
And we're stuck inside for days
Where we either make babies or plays
And we're costumed up
in the best of our nothing
And it's warm here now
I sent the boss running
And you rev the harpstrings on my heart
If I look too weary to start
So sunglasses now
with storms in the sky
And the boss better run
I'm coming tonight
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