V.1-
She's my gun.
She's my pistol.
Keep her right on my hip when we're out on the town.
Well, she's chambered.
And I'm loaded.
Dangerous mix when I'm going down.
And it's fun.
Cuz I'm scared now.
Red River gutters on a Saturday night right?
Play it cool.
Stash the booze, love.
Keep it waste down and it'll be alright.

I want something to live for.
Something like this.
I want something that I could die for.
Like your kiss.

It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better than wasted.

C-
With a head like a hurricane.
In the fast lane.
How did I ever let it get like this?
Murdering all the pain in my veins.
How did I ever choose a life like this?
When you're down on your knees,
In these cold empty streets,
And anyone who's anyone is home and asleep,
But we're still out to meet life, better than wasted.

V.2-
In this city I'm left to thinking.
Missing all those times that I wasn't alone.
Lost my gun.
Now I'm naked.
Saying to myself: Easy come, easy gone.
She's my one.
I was her only
Red River gutter slut Saturday night right?
Didn't take long to find another
Snub nosed pistol and I'm ready to fight.

I want something to live for.
Something like this.
I want something that I could die for.
Like your kiss.

It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better than wasted.

C-
With a head like a hurricane.
In the fast lane.
How did I ever let it get like this?
Murdering all the pain in my veins.
Why did I ever choose a life like this?
When you're down on your knees,
In these cold empty streets,
And anyone who's anyone is home and asleep,
But we're still out to meet life, better than wasted.

She's wasted.

Wasted.

It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better...
It'd be so good if you just looked better than wasted.

C-
With a head like a hurricane.
In the fast lane.
How did I ever let it get like this?
Murdering all the pain in my veins.
How did I ever choose a life like this?
When you're down on your knees,
In these cold empty streets,
And anyone who's anyone is home and asleep,
But we're still out to meet life, better than wasted.

C-
With a head like a hurricane.
In the fast lane.
How did I ever let it get like this?
Murdering all the pain in my veins.
Why did I ever choose a life like this?
When you're down on your knees,
In these cold empty streets,
And anyone who's anyone is home and asleep,
But we're still out to meet life, better than wasted.

Wasted.