Plastic bag in the burning rain
Down at the five points, half insane
You primadonna, you can hardly stand
Asking for Saint Christopher to take your hand
You turned to me said, "Baby, I need a driver"
Pretty liars, concrete fires
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We've just got to hold it steady
Baby, I feel on fire
Flamingo pink and dirty drinks
Bags of ice in the kitchen sink
When I was king you'd invite him in
This child of fighters, drunken spree
You turned to them, some bars I can get you higher
Pretty liars, concrete fire
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We've just got to hold it steady
And baby, I feel on fire
Let you in like a sad song
Skinny lips and Monroe blood
You built it up to wreck it down
Cut our fists on the cold hard ground
Let you in like a sad song
Skinny lips and Monroe blood
Build it up to wreck it down
Cut our fists
Pretty liars, concrete fire
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We've just got to hold it steady
Baby, I feel on fire
And baby, I need a driver
Ida Mae - Baby I Need a Driver Lyrics
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Plastic bag in the burning rain
Down at the five points, half insane
You primadonna, you can hardly stand
Asking for Saint Christopher to take your hand
You turned to me said, "Baby, I need a driver"
Pretty liars, concrete fires
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We've just got to hold it steady
Baby, I feel on fire
Flamingo pink and dirty drinks
Bags of ice in the kitchen sink
When I was king you'd invite him in
This child of fighters, drunken spree
You turned to them, some bars I can get you higher
Pretty liars, concrete fire
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We've just got to hold it steady
And baby, I feel on fire
Let you in like a sad song
Skinny lips and Monroe blood
You built it up to wreck it down
Cut our fists on the cold hard ground
Let you in like a sad song
Skinny lips and Monroe blood
Build it up to wreck it down
Cut our fists
Pretty liars, concrete fire
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We've just got to hold it steady
Baby, I feel on fire
And baby, I need a driver
Down at the five points, half insane
You primadonna, you can hardly stand
Asking for Saint Christopher to take your hand
You turned to me said, "Baby, I need a driver"
Pretty liars, concrete fires
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We've just got to hold it steady
Baby, I feel on fire
Flamingo pink and dirty drinks
Bags of ice in the kitchen sink
When I was king you'd invite him in
This child of fighters, drunken spree
You turned to them, some bars I can get you higher
Pretty liars, concrete fire
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We've just got to hold it steady
And baby, I feel on fire
Let you in like a sad song
Skinny lips and Monroe blood
You built it up to wreck it down
Cut our fists on the cold hard ground
Let you in like a sad song
Skinny lips and Monroe blood
Build it up to wreck it down
Cut our fists
Pretty liars, concrete fire
This world is ours if we want it, honey
We've just got to hold it steady
Baby, I feel on fire
And baby, I need a driver
Writer: Chris Turpin, Stephanie Jean Ward
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing