0416 TCW Lyrics

Imagine us

Rolling down a hillside

With a station wagon state police car whaling in the background

Cause i see us

In a little bit of time and a whole lot of money

On a beach in Argentina

Sipping wine and margaritas

But before we get a life

We gotta get away

In a rundown civic we stole from a guy

with a cigarette habit and a suit and tie

We're running away to a rich man's paradise

In beige leather seats we step on the gas

We don't mind the blood or the broken glass

We speed through a street seat café to a train stop overpass

Look at us

Rolling down a hillside

With a band of armored SWAT patrollers raging in the background

Cause i see us

In a little bit of time and a whole lot of money

On a beach in Argentina

Sipping wine and margaritas

But before we get a life

We got to get away

Imagine us running on a redlight

We gotta go we're running out of daylight

And we really gotta make that train ride

I can't see, the speeds to heavy

My eyes get tired and my hands get sweaty

Look out look out look cause you're not ready