Text: The National. Boxer. Guest Room.

They?re gonna send us to prison for jerks
For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again
They?re gonna send us to prison for jerks
They?ll find us here, here, here in the guest room
Where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my

We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright
In the corners of front yards, getting in and out of cars
We miss being deviants
They?ll find us here, here, here in the guest room
Where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my

We can?t stay here
We?re starting to stay the same
We can?t stay here
We can?t stay this way

Just tie your woman to your wrist
Give her room to tie the other
They?ll find us here, here, here in the guest room
Where we throw money at each other and cry, oh my