[Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong]
Taking a ride to my old haunts
She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife
My favorite color's candy apple, girl
And she resides in my mind of my nightlife
[Verse 1: Lady Cobra]
What's that I hear? You want to go for a ride?
Oh, don't be afraid, boy, to come inside
I got that thing that you want, the fix that you need
And chase this with a little lust and greed
I'll be the devil on your shoulder saying, "Hey, boy, come over"
For my black heart beats crimson and clover
So operator, operator, patch my boy in
This is nightlife, and I'll get under your skin
[Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong]
Taking a ride to my old haunts
She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife
My favorite color's candy apple, girl
And she resides in my mind of my nightlife
[Verse 2: Lady Cobra]
Short of breath, heartbeat fast
Sounds like love but you know it won't last
Cheap champagne stain on an even cheaper suit
Hope there's more in your pants than a bus route
Red velvet halls line these sugar-coated walls
Girls hang on bar stools for late last calls
This town is full of snakes, mistakes, and whiskey shakes
It's too late, I already cut the brakes
Taking a ride to my old haunts
She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife
My favorite color's candy apple, girl
And she resides in my mind of my nightlife
[Verse 1: Lady Cobra]
What's that I hear? You want to go for a ride?
Oh, don't be afraid, boy, to come inside
I got that thing that you want, the fix that you need
And chase this with a little lust and greed
I'll be the devil on your shoulder saying, "Hey, boy, come over"
For my black heart beats crimson and clover
So operator, operator, patch my boy in
This is nightlife, and I'll get under your skin
[Chorus: Billie Joe Armstrong]
Taking a ride to my old haunts
She's in my blood, I reside in my nightlife
My favorite color's candy apple, girl
And she resides in my mind of my nightlife
[Verse 2: Lady Cobra]
Short of breath, heartbeat fast
Sounds like love but you know it won't last
Cheap champagne stain on an even cheaper suit
Hope there's more in your pants than a bus route
Red velvet halls line these sugar-coated walls
Girls hang on bar stools for late last calls
This town is full of snakes, mistakes, and whiskey shakes
It's too late, I already cut the brakes
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