Cold War Kids

Rubidoux

So let's go deadbolt your shed door

Cram your paper money snug closer than before

Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows

And your eyes are shifting dials like AM radios

Snowed over river melted more last night

Still the same to shovel windshields of spidered ice

Yes, yes mother I mean to be baptized

Seeds that make the high ground grow and multiply

Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight

What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight?

Just empty desert light

Few feet float above these Persian throw rugs

And tuck themselves in percussion as succession was

Tonight as single simple folk played themselves slow

Just like talking city blues down in the hallway low

Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight

What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight?

Just empty desert light

I suggest that you respect the deal

And keep your nose out of business of

Priests and holy men, the life you have chosen

Is filled with dirty fingernails

And lost and founds and cancelled appointments

10 more avenues time to choose

And there's rain that'll fall down in five

There's 50 doors to choose from and there's many more

Many more inside inside inside

And the nighttime's going to come

The nighttime's going to come

Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight

What did you expect? Romantic Isle of Wight?

Just empty desert light

Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night

Just empty desert light