Fault Lines The Mountain Goats

Down here where the heat's so fine
I'll drink to your health and you drink to mine
As we try
To make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while

We drink vodka from Russia
We got our chocolates from Belgium
We have our strawberries flown in from England

But none of the money we spend
Seems to do us much good in the end
I got a cracked engine block, both of us do

Yeah, the house and the jewels, the Italian racecar
They don't make us feel better about who we are
I got termites in the framework, so do you

Down here where the watermelon grows so sweet
Where I worship the ground underneath of your feet
We are experts in the art of frivolous spending

It's gone on like this for three years I guess
And we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess
And the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies
Is stumbling across its bleak ending