Bloody Nose

Tell me a lie tell me a story tell me anything dont you worry.

Tell me about the booze and the Bowery, and all about the drugs in the morning.

Ive seen your face before, tho i didnt recognize til you walked out the door.

Ive seen that face before, now i'll always wonder why, you dont know me anymore.

We'll take the car down the highways, we wont be fooled by the bads days,

And all the money we took from the last one, clean your bloody nose in the bathroom.