Driving through Ghosttown

Metal horses a thousand feet high

Orange sky

Pulling your top down

In the back of some prettyboy's ride

You get high

Empty as .44 clips

Cargo ships, teen zombies ghost-riding their whips

See how they play

You're always summer breaking

Running wild in the street after dark

You're always summer breaking

Hanging out with the boys in the park

Summer is gone

You're gonna need someone

To break your fall

Give him a haircut

In the old kitchen chair in your yard

Saint Delilah

He thinks you care

Does he know you're too bright and too hard

Like a diamond

Play your game

Play him the way you played me

Be the girl you pretend to pretend not to be

See how they play