Guest Room - Live in Brussels

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
 (Ooh)
 (Ooh)
 (Ooh)
 (Ooh)
 Just tie your woman to your wrist
 Give her room to tie the other
 (Ooooh)
 They'll find us here
 Here, here in the guest room
 Where we throw money at each other and cry
 Oh, my