Little Silver Cross

Watching the news man for somewhere to go
Waiting for something
That's coming too slow too slow
Too slow, too slow, too slow, too slow
Too slow, too slow, too slow, too slow

A good bunch of will nots
Who fucked up in class
And sold all their good stuff
For gallons of gas watching the news man
For somewhere to go dying for something
That's coming too slow too slow
Too slow, too slow, too slow, too slow
Too slow, too slow, too slow, too slow

A little silver cross
Held tight in the light, shinin' blue
In a pretty midnight Ford blowing heat
Holding two
With a beating heart in the backseat
Now breakin' loose beaming down the road

They threw the town out the window
And sat in the rain
They had blankets and pillows
And they had hearts for brains
They said that you can feel good
But ya gotta be good to yourself
Yeah, you gotta feel good
But you gotta be good to yourself be good
Be good, be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good, be good

A little silver cross
Held tight in the light, shinin' blue
In a pretty midnight Ford blowing heat
Holding two
With a beating heart in the backseat
Now breakin' loose beaming down the road