Bowery (feat. Kings of Leon)

Aw, sorry, fuck, am I-

One, two, three, four

Young man there's a place you can go, you can hide

I know you'll never be fully done or fully satisfied

You want the world, want the girl

Everything in between

And she was sitting next to me last night at the Bowery

Sick to her stomach as she sipped gin and tonic

Tellin' me she'd rather be dead than sleep alone

I told her that she's everything that I lack deep inside

They'll all see, in the passenger seat

Of that black two-seater

That's parked out in the rain

You picked the wrong one

If you're in it for the long run

'Cause I got the passion

But I'on give it away

But when the time's right

I'm a hell of a good night

And I'll make you burn bright

As the heat of the day

Broke down, out of gas, underneath the overpass

Thought we'd have a look around

My old stomping ground

Girl so pretty, won't you leave the city for a while

Thumbed a ride up the road

Window wind is blowin' cold

Jesus is Lord up ahead on a billboard

But tonight sure shows me you roll your ride

You picked the wrong one

If you're in it for the long run

I got the passion

But I'on give it away

But when the time's right

I'm a hell of a good night

I'll make you burn bright

As the heat of the day

You picked the wrong one

If you're in it for the long run

I got the passion

But I'on give it away

But when the time's right

I'm a hell of a good night

I'll make you burn bright

As the heat of the day