There's something about the driving
There's something about the passing city lights
That's keeping me behind the wheel of the getaway car all day and night
It's black and white through your iron sights
You pull the trigger and the damage it's done
Oh it's done
There's something about the waiting
There's something about the passing of time
That's driving me to smoke and drink and the grass is always greener on the other side
It's black and white through your iron sights
You pull the trigger and the damage it's done
Oh it's done
Black and white through your iron sights
You pull the trigger and the damage it's done
Oh it's done
Here I am again
Time and time again
Black and white through your iron sights
Pull the trigger and the damage it's done
Oh it's done
Black and white through your iron sights
You pull the trigger and the damage is done
Oh it's done