Casiotone for the Painfully Alone Follow

full title: Optimist Vs. The Silent Alarm (When The Saints Go Marching In)

Oh there's skeletons and cigarettes and empty cans and bottles
And we tear out of the parking lot, the engine at full throttle
You mapped a route with all right turns so lights don't get us caught
We've got a mess of cash in duffel bags and every penny's hot

Well hallelujah
Well hallelujah
And we're laughing through the fear that we'll never make the clear
Oh and you've never looked so dear, it's the end of our career

We'll ditch the car in Wisconsin and hide out in the trees
And I know a dude in Madison who owes some favors to me
With the money in the backseat, baby, we could buy a house
And raise a little family on Shlitz and Mickey Mouse

Well hallelujah
Well hallelujah
And we're laughing through the fear that we'll never make the clear
Oh and you've never looked so dear, it's the end of our career