Текст песни
Lipstick crooked
Stockings torn
Passed-out angels
Saturday morn
Jukebox shaking
Til the fuse went warm
We made trouble
Like it was a sport
Oh
My backseat halo
Slipping down tonight hey!
We ain’t praying
Baby
We’re just doing time
Kissing like a car crash
Laughing at the sign
Backseat halo
Glowing out of line
Cigarette cherry
Falling in your hair
You stole matches
From the county fair
We skipped confession
For the county line
Your laugh tasted
Like stolen wine
Oh
My backseat halo
Slipping down tonight oh yeah
We ain’t praying
Baby
We’re just doing time
Kissing like a car crash
Laughing at the sign
Backseat halo
Glowing out of line
If heaven’s watching
It can turn away
We’ll make the rules up
For one more day
Your name scratched deep
In the dashboard gray
Saints on Sunday
Sinners til it’s late
Oh
My backseat halo
Slipping down tonight hey!
We ain’t praying
Baby
We’re just doing time
Kissing like a car crash
Laughing at the sign
Backseat halo
Backseat halo
Glowing out of line
