You take the back door And I'll watch the front You grab the keys I'll grab the bonds They're coming down the stairs Another round the front Burgundy on this off white paint Is what they said they want I'll never do it again I'll never do it again I won't drop my guard But the look in his eyes Says he ain't got the guts to take this shot I'll follow you out the back into your car Well I must admit my plans end here I didn't think we'd come this far I didn't think we'd make it here Well the lines on your face match up with the days From the time that you wasted time that you wasted oh Cruisin' at fifty but it feels like a ton That just keeps dragging me down and it won't stop 'till its won I've had these plans since i was young Next time I'm out of your sight you know that I'll be gone This morning is softened by a few shots to the neck Left bleeding and skin cracks from my lips Left bleeding and skin cracks from my lips Well the lines on your face match up with the days Of the time that you wasted time that you wasted oh Well the lines on your face match up with the days From the time that you wasted time that you waste It's not love it's not faith it's not anything It's not love it's not faith it's not anything Time that you wasted oh Time that you wasted oh