Keys To Your Coffin

On a night
We ' re smokin cigarettes and sinking cider and black current
Out of town
In fifth gear, there ain ' t nothin' to fear let ' s get out of here
Let the sun set to a bright red
Cos' I got the keys to your coffin
On a roll
In this death rocket, burning rubber with 80
Pounds in My pocket
We ' re out of sight
And we ' re out of mind
An intoxicated tongue is an honest one
Let the sunset to a bright red
Cos' I got the keys to your coffin

Let the sun set to a bright red
Cos' I got the keys to your coffin