Valet - Mini Mansions

You’re planning to park cars

Hang your head on yourself

Revving up a go-getter maker

Trust fund on your belt

And everybody’s got big plans

Just don’t count on yourself

You’re bettin' to lose

And you lose

A limousine driver

I’d rather the tomb than the hearse

Doesn’t look like I’m better because the feeling’s only worse

Check your vitals, you’re a dead man

You’re dragging your name along through the dirt

It looks like it hurts

I never said I’d make it easy babe

Yeah, my heart’s the man

(We can feel alone)

I never said I’d take it easy babe

I’m a working man

(We can feel alone)

Call your friends into a combination

(We can feel at home)

Well, I told you

In a world we left unknown

Well, I told you

And the love we kept alone

It’s the beating of your mad heir

Cruising in my jet fighter

Doing flips with the birds

Would you cover my tail, man

if I made a careless turn?

And everybody’s got big plans

Just don’t count on yourself

You’re bettin' lose

And you lose

I never said I’d make it easy babe

But my hearts the man

(We can feel alone)

I never said I’d take it easy babe

I’m a working man

(We can feel alone)

Call your friends into a combination

(We can feel the jolts)

Well, I told you

Of the worlds of thousand stones

Well, I told you

Of the skies of mobile homes

Well, I told you

And the bombs we dropped below

It’s the beating of your mad heir

You know my lady

She drives my Mercedes

I want you

You know my lady

She drives my Mercedes

I want you

You know my lady

She drives my Mercedes

I want you

You know my lady

She drives my Mercedes

I want you

I want you

I want you

I want you