All Time Low

Time to lay claim to the evidence,
Fingerprints sold me out but,
our footprints washed away,
from the docks down town,
it's been getting late for days,
and i think myself deserving of,
a little time off.
We can kick it here for hours,
and just mouth off about the world,
and how we know its going straight to hell
pass me another bottle honey,
the Jager's so sweet,
but if it keeps you around,
G(hold through "meet me on")
then i'm down.
(chorus)
Meet me on Thame's street
I'll take you out though
i'm hardly i'm worth your time
in the cold you look so fierce
but I'm warming up
because the tension's like a fire
We'll hit south broadway in a matter of minutes
like a bad movie I'll drop a line
fall in the grave I've been digging myself
but there's room for two,
six feet under the stars.
i should have known better
than to call you out
(on a night like this,
a night like this)
if not for you i know
i'd tear this place to the ground
(but i'm alright like this,
alright like this)
i'm gunna roll the dice
before you sober up
and get gone,
I'm always in over my head
Chorus X1
it's time to lay claim to the evidence
fingerprints sold me out but
our footprints washed away
i'm guilty but i'm
safe for one more day
Overdressed and underage.
do you really need to see an ID
this is embarrassing as hell,
but i can cover for it so well
when we're six feet under the stars
Chorus X1
Whoa-oh oh-ohh
Whoa-oh oh-ohh
Whoa-oh oh-ohh
Whoa-oh oh-ohh
Whoa-oh oh-ohh
Whoa-oh oh-ohh
Six feet under the stars