A hurricane martini seems so middle class
I told my friends that it was whisky from a broken glass
I said you walked into the ocean drunk and already blue
Well that much is true

Thank god you drive the way you think man, anything but straight
Ripped the doors off in reverse trying to wipe the slate
I wasn’t there but I heard the rumours of escaping fumes
They said you could smell them from the Penhale dunes

Jet black, the engine roared
Don’t dance with what you can’t afford
If you lie down you can’t take it back
Still bleeding on the soundtrack

You and that prince that bleached his hair in all the posters
Denying living in the way you know you’re not supposed ta’s
He succeeded with a shotgun, pulled the trigger with his toes
But I sure liked his clothes

When you were clean enough to figure out your left from right
Before you froze beneath the waves and then saw the light
What made you gamble? Was it us or was it real?
I couldn’t tell you how I feel

Jet black, the engine roared
Don’t dance with what you can’t afford
If you lie down you can’t take it back
Still bleeding on the soundtrack

I don’t remember being phased at all by what I heard
Behind the girl next door and playing guitar you came in third
It was how the news was dealt that so divided me
Devastation in a quip delivered frantically

And so now I see you wrestling with your history
Refusing to tap out despite the misery
I don’t give credit for your actions in the way I should
Good golly how I wish I could

Jet black, the engine roared
Don’t dance with what you can’t afford
If you lie down you can’t take it back
Still bleeding on the soundtrack
Bleeding on the soundtrack
Bleeding on the soundtrack