Optimist vs. the Silent Alarm (When the Saints Go Marching In) - Casiotone For The Painfully Alone

Oh there’s skeletons and cigarettes and empty cans and bottles

And we tear out of the parking lot, the engine at full throttle

You mapped a route with all right turns so lights don’t get us caught

We’ve got a mess of cash in duffel bags and every penny’s hot

Well hallelujah

Well hallelujah

And we’re laughing through the fear that we’ll never make the clear

Oh and you’ve never looked so dear, it’s the end of our career

We’ll ditch the car in Wisconsin and hide out in the trees

And I know a dude in Madison who owes some favors to me

With the money in the backseat, baby, we could buy a house

And raise a little family on Shulz and Mickey Mouse

Well hallelujah

Well hallelujah

And we’re laughing through the fear that we’ll never make the clear

Oh and you’ve never looked so dear, it’s the end of our career