No hands bicycle
Best served when it's cold
And it's okay if the answer to the question is I don't know
'Cause you smell like cinnamon, you smell like a ghost
You're not the one I came to dance with, but I think l miss you the most
And days and cities roll into dust tonight
You tell me everything's political, and goddamn, I think you're right
'Cause we sing lullabies to the unkind
Love songs to pretty girls who don't care
Drinking songs to children to put them to sleep at night
We're swimming against the tide
And I feel like a sucker
I go to work every day
And I think I'm getting broker, the more money that I make
My back's so tired from the weight of the past
And everything's like an answer to a question I'd never ask
And we sing lullabies to the unkind
Love songs to pretty girls who don't care
Drinking songs to children to put them to sleep at night
We're swimming against the tide
Swimming against the tide
Oh, and I get along
And you never say (you never say)
And it always seems like something's coming up or going away
And life's a liar (life's a liar)
Life's a liar (life's a liar)
Tell me something new
What a joke (what a joke), what a joke
What a joke, what a joke
And I think I'm gonna stay here 'til the glasses are all broke
And sing songs in Spanish
And throw my money around
And drink with all the vampires that play their music way too loud
And I'll sing lullabies to the unkind
Love songs to pretty girls who don't care
Drinking songs to children to put them to sleep at night
We're swimming against the tide
We're swimming against the tide