Lyrics Those Alien Bastards Are Gonna Pay for Shooting Up My Ride - Danvers

4 years to the day
She's hanging up
She hangs it up
In the backroom and
Malls and coffee shops
Down 95
A stop that you'd bet your whole life on and

Wilmington
You'll stop for nothing
The questions were
"Moving on?" and are we accepting?
Wilmington
You arrived how you should've
Just cried like hell
On the way
She keeps the score

So hard to celebrate
Oh, another year
A call from the sunshine state, early in
Don't miss your stupid ride
And don't hang it up
Been seeing you at 10th st
For a while since

Train rides, and state lines, and bright eyes
You've got strength, you know
On top the garage where you showed me the city
But it's the 4th of july and I'm not sure why you're crying
On the parkway
And I'm selfish again, I see that now

It's always worse when we wake up
Too proud to give in
And it ruins us both
We don't need the moon
Please answer the phone