On a night We ' re smokin cigarettes and sinking cider and black current Out of town In fifth gear, there ain ' t nothin' to fear let ' s get out of here Let the sun set to a bright red Cos' I got the keys to your coffin On a roll In this death rocket, burning rubber with 80 Pounds in My pocket We ' re out of sight And we ' re out of mind An intoxicated tongue is an honest one Let the sunset to a bright red Cos' I got the keys to your coffin Let the sun set to a bright red Cos' I got the keys to your coffin