Salt grips the road awaits his life again
street orange glow against one more sip a shoe a miss a shaving nick.
One extra kiss, whose to know whatever!

Not up to me, Not up to you

Swings don't swing the parks been dead for years
How do you know the last swing weren't your last for good
Hard book on freaks, fresh summer peach, creased magazine
Sugar chocolate treat whose to know whatever!

Not up to me, not up to you

The streets so long where she lost her pocket purse
Keep the last picture of the man she committed first
Cracked windscreen rain French murder play, junk take away
Tired street parades who's to know whatever!

Not up to me, not up to you. Not up to anything we do.

Verse 1:
When you think about it, he's watching every word you say hey, dazed
And when he's sussed you out, he calls her up and out she comes
And hustles, us

Bridge:
Long digging
Gone fishing,
Love drinkin'

Chorus:
The bartender and the thief are lover
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers
Met in a church, a night to remember
Robbin' the graves of bodies dismembered

Verse 2:
He watched the lesbian talk, she kissed and groped but mostly talked
In lust crushed
He couldn't make the call, his eyes were gripped on licking tongues
Enough's enough, failed for once

Bridge:
Long digging
Gone fishing,
Love drinkin'

Chorus:
The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers
Met in a church, a night to remember
Robbin' the graves of bodies dismembered

Bridge:
Long digging
Gone fishing,
Love drinkin'

Chorus:
The bartender and the thief are lovers
Steal what they need like sisters and brothers
Met in a church, a night to remember
Robbin' the graves of bodies dismembered

Saved what they stole to meet at the alter
Place where they first set eyes on each other
Flew to the sun to start life all over
Set up a bar and robbed all the locals
Doo Doo Doo-Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo-Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo-Doo Doo
Doo Doo Doo-Doo Doo