With cans on our bicycle fenders
So we got in your car
Bereft you of house and home
We play with our bags on our shoulders
So sweet and hilarious
That will be there 'til after we die
My sweet lady lioness
And we'll find us a home
Use clamshells for castanets
And I'll play the clarinet
Built of packaging foam
And left you with sweet fuck-all
So indelibly deep
With our kick about hearts
And I watch as you sleep
A candle to carry us
And we hollered out 'Sweet Clementine'
Tell your mom to marry us