Pulled an all-nighter with the good old boys
With a turn of the key we took over the world
And we drove straight through the island
Pulled out the cork just to empty the wine
James didn't care how we ended that night
No, we're not ever stopping
Let the tank run empty
You won't take this from me
Nothing ever compares to the nights that we felt alive
Its been so long since that Long Island sunrise
Desperate to find the words to keep us alive
Closer to death than ever before
Grandfather's whiskey to keep us warm
We're four fucked boys in plastic doors
Basic pawns at the end of the world
We're kings amongst the damned, beggars and sinners
Scraping at our pennies just to pay for our dinner
Spending all my days with the film school crew
I heard about your family
The shit your going through
It seems bad
At least you've got a good girl who will see you through
I can't do much, good luck to you
Keep your head up hide though your hearts in the ground
I'll give you a call the next time I'm around