My Baby's the Star of a Driver's Ed Movie (Live) - Blotto

White lips, pale face, breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end, struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say she's in the Class A Team She is stuck in her daydream, been this way since 18 But lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries, they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause she's just under the upperhand And goes mad for a couple grams And she don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside for angels to fly For angels to fly Rips gloves, raincoat, tried to swim, stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes, weary-eyed, dry throat Cool girl, no phone And they say she's in the Class A Team She's tuck in her daydream, been this way since 18 But lately her face seems slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries, they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause she's just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple grams But she don't wanna go outside tonight 'Cause in a pipe she flies to the motherland Sells love to another man It's too cold outside for angels to fly An angel will die, covered in white Closed eyes and hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line Straight down the line

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One evening last July Down a bóithrín green came a sweet colleen And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so neat in her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To make sure I was standing there. From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair colleen That I met in the County Down. As she onward sped I smy head And I gazed with a feeling queer And I said, says I, to a passerby "Who's your one with the nut-brown hair?" He smiled at me, and with pride says he, "She's the gem of old Ireland's crown. Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann And the star of the County Down." From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair colleen That I met in the County Down. She'd a soft brown eye and A look so sly and a smile like the rose in June And you held each note from her auburn throat, As she lilted lamenting tunes At the pattern dance you'd be in trance As she skipped through a jig or reel When her eyes she'd roll, as she'd lift soul And your heart she would likely steal From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair colleen That I met in the County Down. At the harvest fair she'll be surely there And I'll dress my Sunday clothes With my hat cocked right and my shoes shon bright For a smile from the nut-brown Rose No horse I'll yoke, or pipe I smoke, 'Til the rust in my plough turn brown And a smiling bride by my own fireside Sits the star of the County Down From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair colleen That I met in the County Down. She'd a soft brown eye and A look so sly and a smile like the rose in June And you held each note from her auburn throat, As she lilted lamenting tunes At the pattern dance you'd be in trance As she skipped through a jig or reel When her eyes she'd roll, as she'd lift soul And your heart she would likely steal From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair colleen That I met in the County Down. Near Banbridge town, in the County Down One evening last July Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín And she smiled as she passed me by. She looked so neat in her two bare feet To the sheen of her nut-brown hair Such a coaxing elf, I'd to shake myself To make sure I was standing there. From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair colleen That I met in the County Down. From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair colleen That I met in the County Down. From Bantry Bay down to Derry Quay From Galway to Dublin town No maid I've seen like the fair colleen That I met in the County Down.

Selling shoes Another loser working in a shopping mall 9 to 5 A slave driver telling me "Get on the ball!" A crowded store I kneel before them Misery beyond compare Sweaty socks A lady boxer What's she got against fresh air? I want an ocean and some sunscreen lotion Take me to the beach with a thousand pretty girls in reach I, I, I wanna be a lifeguard (help, help, help, help) I, I, I wanna guard your life I, I, I wanna be a lifeguard (lifeguard, lifeguard) Hardly any clothes (lifeguard) Sand between my toes (lifeguard) White stuff on my nose Selling shoes Another loser working in a shopping mall I'm getting fat What does it matter? Nobody cares at all But next July, I'll say goodbye to every out-of-it, dull-witted fool Convert their feet into meters, marking distance at the swimming pool Summer blondes revealing tanlines I'll make more moves than Allied Van Lines I, I, I wanna be a lifeguard (be a big man, now... get a great tan, now) I, I, I wanna guard your life I, I, I wanna be a lifeguard (lifeguard, lifeguard) Sitting on my chair (lifeguard) In the salty air (lifeguard) White stuff on my nose I, I, I wanna be a lifeguard (help, help, help, help) I, I, I wanna guard your life I, I, I wanna be a lifeguard (lifeguard, lifeguard) Lounging on the deck (lifeguard) Whistle 'round my neck (lifeguard) White stuff in my nose I, I, I wanna be a lifeguard (lifeguard, lifeguard)