Goodbye Mornin

[Intro] Goodbye, mornin' Hello, evening It's been a long, long weekend Goodbye, mornin' Hello, evening (Yeah) [Verse] Her daddy had El Caminos He sold them for dope money, her mama worked at the casino Yeah, they had 'em a single wide trailer Tucked behind a gas station, just a bit outside of Reno Yeah, she dropped out of high school She took a likin' to Michael, but Michael only drove bicycles Huh, yeah, so they took a siphon and siphoned Gas into an old Plymouth, and he stole his granddaddy's rifle Yeah, Mahogany paint Rusted out bottom, you could see the road through the floorboard, the shit was busted Yeah, she wasn't no saint Even though nobody knew it, the bitch was sneaky and couldn't be trusted Yeah, her mama text Tina "Baby, dinner's at eight," but she turned off her ringer She had no vibrate, no cell service either Michael said fuck a cell phone, Michael's still rocking a beeper Yeah, the drive was outrageous Got drunk and took LSD, fearin' and loathin' Las Vegas She said, "What you telling me? I like it rough, I'm a sadist" So they pulled over and fucked on top of somebody's Bentayga Isn't that true human nature? Two humans usin' each other, consumed in perfume and makeup Assuming that when you wake up, you'll be in bloom like a flower, in love But soon as you love 'em, you hate 'em, ain't bitch a nature? I mean, nature's a bitch, anyway, where was I with this? Oh yeah, they fucked on the Bentley and jumped back in the Plymouth He said, "The city of sin," she said, "Let's do some sinnin'" He said, "I got an idea, I'm down to go if you're in" She said, "Of course, whatever," she said, "whatever, I'm down for whatever" He said, "Grab the rifle," she said, "Cool, even better" Threw the gun in a duffel bag with her purse and her mama's sweater Michael grabbed her by her hand and they ran into the 7-Eleven And stuck 'em up for the cash and a 24 pack of Miller Lite No mask, high as a kite Jumped back in the car just in time to hear the sirens Ten miles into the desert, the police chasing, start firing Pop, pop, pop, pop, they tried to hit the tires, but hit the back window Michael took one to the shoulder, the blood splattered on Tina She wiped her face with a look of shock, then she said, "Fuck the cops" Then grabbed the rifle, he said, "Don't worry, I keep it cocked Just point and shoot, hang out the window and let it loose" "I can't drive any faster got it pinned at 92" She took a shot, but the cop didn't stop Michael said, "One bullet left, Tina, that's all we've got" Michael hit a pothole and Tina dropped the gun on the road Plus, they forgot to get gas, the car started to slow He took a turn toward the canyon, but hit a ditch and got stuck The cop handcuffed Tina and then he beat Michael up Beat his ass to a bloody mess and he kicked in his guts Threw him and Tina in back of the sheriff Bronco truck And when they both woke up on a hotel rug Buck-naked and dazed, still in a haze and buzzed Hands shaking from the detox, TV box plug Electrified, rejected like a B-side dub She said, "Michael, what the fuck?" He said, "Bitch hold up My name ain't Michael, and where the hell's the keys to my truck?" She said, "Michael, what the fuck?" He said, "Bitch hold up My name is Pete, and LSD's a hell of a drug Ain't it, Sheila?" [Chorus] Goodbye, mornin' Hello, evening It's been a long, long weekend Goodbye, mornin' Goodbye, mornin' Hello, evening It's been a long, long weekend Goodbye, mornin' Goodbye, mornin' Hello, evening