Baby I Need a Driver

Plastic bag in the burning rain Down at the Five Points, half insane You prima-donna, you can hardly stand Asking for some crystal for to take your hand You turn to me Said, "Baby I need a driver" Pretty liars Concrete fires This world is ours if we want it, honey We just got to hold it steady Baby, I feel on fire Flamingo pink and dirty jeans Bags of ice in the kitchen sink When I was a canyon you revive 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 just got to hold it steady 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 just got to hold it steady Baby, I feel on fire And baby, I need a driver