Face on TV

Baby, we did it
We made it over the State Line
In this jet black convertible
With the white stripes down the side
We got beers in the footwell
We got drugs in the trunk
We got a suitcase full of someone else's money
And we're crazy in love

When I was growing up everybody said
"If you don't end up in porn or prison, you'll probably wind up dead"
I wonder what them folks are thinking now that they see
That this kid's got his name in the paper
And his face on TV

Back at the motel
We're knocking back shots
You're waving that handgun around
Loaded with your shirt off
And I don't know why I did it
But I turned on the TV
And there's a high-school photo and your real name
Right next to a picture of me

When I was growing up everybody said
"If you don't end up in porn or prison, you'll probably wind up dead"
I wonder what them folks are thinking now that they see
That this kid's got his name in the paper
And his face on TV

So now we're on the run
And life's a little tough
Sometimes we rob diners for tip jars
But we're still crazy in love
We swapped the car out at a truck-stop
Raided a few of the trucks
I still get a thrill when we're working
And somebody recognizes us

Some Things Are Worth Dying Young For (The Ballad of Scarlet Fever)

Her hair's so red they call her Scarlet Fever
And, oh god, boys, if you'd had seen her
You'd have slapped my back and bought me beers all night
Her legs go on forever like a whiskey river
With an anklet made out of gypsy silver
That shimmers like her toenail-varnish in the dim bar light

She's got eyes like a wildcat that's starved for a month
She can hollow your legs with just one whip of her tongue
She can kill you where you stand, bury you there under the floor
She holds her room key up like a knife to the throat
Of the Moon with Its reason saying "Kid, don't go"
But some things in life are worth dying young for

Her skirt is leather and as short as her temper
She can't sit still, she got this lust for adventure
And everything she does she does it just for the thrill
She drives 'round drunk on them winding side roads
Smoking something heavy with her head out the window
Headlights off at night telling you to take the wheel

And you kinda hope she goes off the road
That she loses it there on the bend
'Cos in the flames of the wreckage like a fiery Heaven
With her's about as good as it gets

Time to move South

I was as hammered as an old nail smoking outside of a bar
When a girl walks up to me with my name tattooed on her arm
She said, "There are people in this life, boy, that were born to do you harm
And I won't let you down".

She took me to where she was staying North of the 401.
She kicked off her boots, took off her shirt, laid down her gun,
Said, "Can I pour you out a whisky, boy? I was gonna pour me one",
Then she laid me down.

I was woken by the desk-clerk of the motel the next day
Telling me the girl was gone and she'd said I would pay.
Then the guy bust through the door before I'd had a chance to say,
"If you bust through that door I'll shoot you down".

I found me a run-down diner where I could eat something
That would calm my nerves, line my stomach, soak up last night's drink.
Had the redhead waitress bring me coffee, home-fries, steak and eggs
And, God, I wolfed it down

I've always liked to move around, I get tired if I stay still
And maybe it's the rate I'll get from dollar to real
Or maybe it's the desk-clerk that someone's gonna find killed
But I think it's time to move South