Caught her alone in open rebellion

Salt-covered trash, all the ground′s made of garbage and ash

She's desert trash, and she′s perfectly okay with thatShe knew in her mind that one day she'd have to come back

Flash forward, VCR players all dug in a row

Planted alongside the dream that one day they would grow, oh, oh

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, it's all just a trap

Don′t get too close, don′t fall down, it's a long way to go

Let′s get fucked up on adrenaline, put on a show

Drinking up gasoline, chasing down deserted roads

High on the drama that comes with the milage you go

Life is a movie directed by people you know

Swing

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth

Swing

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth

Swing

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth

Swing

La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la