Surfer Blood Catholic Pagans lyrics

Never could be still for long
and i could never hold a job
coupled with a weakness for cocaine and liquor
not much you can do for love

when I met you I broke the mold
I fell apart and combed my hair
whiskey shakes
fourteen whole days
stayed off the streets at night for weeks

i don't wanna be your catholic pagan now that you're here
we're counted on each other for love, survival, and everything else

please don't padlock your parent's bomb shelter
or fill her up with dust and ash

a landfill mecca for burnouts
and listless adolescent sour mash

I'm not saying that I've earned love
but I could really use it now
so turn out the lights over and over and over
we'll figure out the rest somehow

I don't want to be your Russian bride not anymore
Barack Hussein Obama would have a field day if he knew at all
Have to go oh oh
Have to go oh oh oh oh oh oh oh