Going To Town - The Afghan Whigs

Lover mine

Get your coat and come outside

I wanna take you for a ride

On into town

Lover fair

We’ll be looking sharp, I swear

I want them all to stop and stare

When we take 'em down

Go to town, burn it down, turn around

And get your stroll on, baby

I’ll get the car

You get the match

And gasoline

And as we ride

Away into the countryside

I feel as though i must confide

There is a cost

When you say

Now we got hell to pay

Don’t worry, baby, that’s okay

I know the boss