They're gonna send us to prison for jerks For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again They're gonna send us to prison for jerks They'll find us here Here, here in the guest room Where we throw money at each other and cry Oh, my We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright In the corners of front yards, getting in and out of cars We miss being deviants They'll find us here Here, here in the guest room Where we throw money at each other and cry Oh, my We can't stay here We're starting to stay the same We can't stay here We can't stay this way Just tie your woman to your wrist Give her the room to tie the others They'll find us here Here, here in the guest room Where we throw money at each other and cry Oh, my