Riding drunk in the backseat
Blurring past the factories
Headed to Indiana
Where your father lived
Despondent and happy
Nighttime was our canvas
To forget indoctrination
And embrace ourselves
Riding drunk in your backseat
Slurred Depeche Mode singalongs
We're not going anywhere
And you know everything's wrong
We thought we were hedonists
Protesting sycophants
We were really running in place
And scared inside
Riding drunk in your backseat
Slurred Depeche Mode singalongs
We're not going anywhere
And everything's wrong
Running from something
Like Bonnie and Clyde
Nothing to gain
Nothing to hide
Afraid of realizing
Needed a shove
Frequenting goth clubs
Avoiding tomorrow
Drinking in alleys
Swallowing sorrow
Drunk in the backseat
Depeche Mode singalongs
Not going anywhere
Everything's wrong
Getting High in Dubai - Drunk in the Backseat Lyrics
Getting High in Dubai - Drunk in the Backseat Lyrics
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Riding drunk in the backseat
Blurring past the factories
Headed to Indiana
Where your father lived
Despondent and happy
Nighttime was our canvas
To forget indoctrination
And embrace ourselves
Riding drunk in your backseat
Slurred Depeche Mode singalongs
We're not going anywhere
And you know everything's wrong
We thought we were hedonists
Protesting sycophants
We were really running in place
And scared inside
Riding drunk in your backseat
Slurred Depeche Mode singalongs
We're not going anywhere
And everything's wrong
Running from something
Like Bonnie and Clyde
Nothing to gain
Nothing to hide
Afraid of realizing
Needed a shove
Frequenting goth clubs
Avoiding tomorrow
Drinking in alleys
Swallowing sorrow
Drunk in the backseat
Depeche Mode singalongs
Not going anywhere
Everything's wrong
Blurring past the factories
Headed to Indiana
Where your father lived
Despondent and happy
Nighttime was our canvas
To forget indoctrination
And embrace ourselves
Riding drunk in your backseat
Slurred Depeche Mode singalongs
We're not going anywhere
And you know everything's wrong
We thought we were hedonists
Protesting sycophants
We were really running in place
And scared inside
Riding drunk in your backseat
Slurred Depeche Mode singalongs
We're not going anywhere
And everything's wrong
Running from something
Like Bonnie and Clyde
Nothing to gain
Nothing to hide
Afraid of realizing
Needed a shove
Frequenting goth clubs
Avoiding tomorrow
Drinking in alleys
Swallowing sorrow
Drunk in the backseat
Depeche Mode singalongs
Not going anywhere
Everything's wrong
Writer: Kristopher Irizarry-Hoeksema
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid