Fifty-One from Self-Destructs by the Ghostwrite

I don't belong here, she screams, one more time in his ear
I don't belong here, he cries, downing one more shot
Just a few more
We're good for the road
to Denver
or Frisco
or anywhere that wants to revive the beat
Who cares about their next paid date?

I don't belong here, he screams, one more time in her ear
I don't belong here, she cries, downing one more shot
Just a few more
we're good for the road

Where did all the hitch-hikers go?
Why is it more of a crime
than celebrating another
heat-seeking bulls-eye?

I don't belong here, they scream, one more time out loud
I don't belong here, they cry, downing a few more shots
Just one more
we're good for the road
to Denver
or Frisco
or anywhere that wants to revive the beat
Who cares about their next paid date?

Where did all the hitch-hikers go?
Why is it more of a crime
than celebrating another
heat-seeking bulls-eye?
Where did all the hitch-hikers go?
Why is it more of a crime
than celebrating another
UAV bulls-eye?

• Acoustic
• acoustic punk
• Pittsburgh