Lyrics of 'Hard Earned Money' by Fishboy

We put our hard earned money
In the taco stand
And then we ran ran ran
In the marathon
When the cops they came
We were all long gone
Because we had taken
The subway

And the world moved slow
In the evening, hours
And you can't control
Your own heart rate
And i should know
Because i have that friend
Who had that friend
Whose neighbour died

And some say
He became a ghost that day
And he just just floats around

I assume
It's like some invisible baloon
Hovering inches from the ground

Well it's hard to read
And it's hard to write
But i wrote wrote wrote
A three verse song
When my wrist fell off
A blue bird cried
Let's only hope
It was the first time

Well they called my house
But i was not home
And my phone machine
Is twelve years old
And you should know
Because you have that friend
Who had that friend
Whose father said

He said "son
The perfect girl is like a gun
But she's hard
To hold
Once you see
Your one and only death machine
Never never never
Never never never
Let her go"

We put our hard earned money
In the old trans-am
And it burn burn burned
Until midnight
If the cops they come
Let's both take off
We can tell the boss
We were wrong