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