From the palisades, we made our way
Back down to the other side of your favourite bridge
And we took the long way; Fuck the subway
Sweat-soaked train to the East side where I waste my time,
Watching easy girls dabbling the plus one crowd
Backpack street-core, (?) cohorts,
Blessed faux-Manchester galore
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
We sing Hallelujah from an empty school yard
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
We say, "Oh, our Father, why do you bother with us?"
Your friends score their fix
Man, those parsons' kids know the best way to have a good time
Backseat nosebleeds, midtown club scene
They'll never take me alive
Let's hit the park, it's vacant after dark
Except for my friends with the stylish tattoos
And this vinyl princess peaked my interest,
With her nihilistic views
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
We sing Hallelujah from an empty school yard
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
We say, "Oh, our Father, why do you bother?"
And you're carrying me home from the park
I think we both knew that my South Carolina state identification card
Wouldn't get me far
And your mother's banging on the door
Should I hide in the bathroom, or leave through the window,
Like that time before?
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
We sing Hallelujah from an empty school yard
Goodnight, goodnight
Goodnight, goodnight
We say, "Oh, our Father, why do you bother with us?"