[00:05.01]Down here where the heat's so fine
[00:08.52]I'll drink to your health and you drink to mine
[00:11.55]As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas
[00:16.50]Hold out for a while
[00:18.87]We drink vodka from Russia, we get out chocolates from Belgium
[00:28.35]We have our strawberries flown in from England
[00:34.29]But none of the money we spend seems to do us much good in the end
[00:41.49]I've got a cracked engine block, both of us do
[00:48.75]Yeah, the house and the jewels, the Italian race car
[00:52.50]They don't make us feel better about who we are
[00:55.98]I've got termites in the framework
[00:59.46]So do you
[01:04.56]Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
[01:07.20]Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
[01:10.77]We are experts in the art
[01:13.74]Of frivolous spending
[01:18.12]And it's gone on like this, for 3 years, I guess
[01:21.75]And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
[01:25.32]And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies
[01:29.88]Is stumbling across its bleak ending
[01:32.52]But none of the rage in our eyes
[01:35.67]Seems to finish it off where it lies
[01:39.48]I got sugar in the fuel lines
[01:42.54]Both of us do
[01:46.65]Yeah, the fights and the lies that we both love to tell
[01:50.01]Fail to send our love to its reward down in hell
[01:53.67]I got pudding for a backbone
[01:57.09]But so do you

Down here where the heat's so fine
I'll drink to your health and you drink to mine
As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas
Hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Russia, we get out chocolates from Belgium
We have our strawberries flown in from England
But none of the money we spend seems to do us much good in the end
I've got a cracked engine block, both of us do
Yeah, the house and the jewels, the Italian race car
They don't make us feel better about who we are
I've got termites in the framework
So do you
Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art
Of frivolous spending
And it's gone on like this, for 3 years, I guess
And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies
Is stumbling across its bleak ending
But none of the rage in our eyes
Seems to finish it off where it lies
I got sugar in the fuel lines
Both of us do
Yeah, the fights and the lies that we both love to tell
Fail to send our love to its reward down in hell
I got pudding for a backbone
But so do you