Shooting Stars/get Caught

The hungry look on your face The lost punks in the disco bar Loading his gun Loading his gun Shooting out the stars Shooting out the stars The days run away like wild horses over the hills I say the days run away like wild horses over the hills Shooting out the stars Shooting out the stars Shooting out the stars Shooting out the stars Like a busted book with a broken spine Like a broken man with lots of time How does it feel to be a bitched slap friend You lock your door, I'll kick it in. Like a whore in a bar, a boy in a park Everybody needs their place I'm just and empty account, I'm in the red Like a bouncing check with lots to give Like a man in the city who needs to breath some air The tight rope walker, the negotiator everything things in check Like a drunk who needs his wallet, just to remember his name Like the mad old lady in the corner house who screams all night and day If I get caught, will you do the same If I get If I get If I get Like a busted book with a broken spine Like a broken man with lots of time How does it feel to be a bitched slap friend You lock your door, I'll kick it in Like a whore in a bar, a boy in a park Everybody needs their place I'm just and empty account, I'm in the red Like a bouncing check with lots to give If I get caught, will you do the same If I get If I get If I get