The National: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.

(ooooh)

Just tie your woman to your wrist,
Give her room to tie the other.

(ooooh)

They'll find us here.
Here, here in the guest room,
Where we throw money at each other and cry.
Oh, my.