Andrew Jobin - 1953 Lyrics

There's a 1953 Eldorado just right up the street, black and gold head to toe cross this mean machine
Subtlety, a long lost, forgotten word, where does this man find his bed where does he lay his head
What are the thoughts inside of there that make his eyes turn red fictitious things, or differences in tire tread
There's mansions in heaven and I've seen at least seven in the steps I've took
So let's get out of that book, kid, ride a little bit crooked cause nothing is guaranteed
There are kings and queens dressed in green with a golden goose, heavy crown upon their heads
Laughing at you, it's yours to lose I got here on a set of broken rules
Well, what'd you expect a car like that to be left a moniker so obvious it's practically made for theft
Oh, city of gold, glory bound, off we go
There's mansions in heaven and I've seen at least seven in the steps I've took
So let's get out of that book, kid, ride a little bit crooked cause nothing is guaranteed
As the radio warbles, I begin to think I may have lost my marbles all in the blink of an eye
To that big pie up in the sky who knew there was a right way to sin
You can't take from everyone, especially not him, foolishly forgot the rules apply only to me
There's mansions in heaven yet I've seen at least seven in the steps I've took
So let's get out of that book, kid, ride a little bit crooked cause nothing is guaranteed
Well, there's mansions in heaven yet I've seen at least seven in the steps I've took
So let's get out of that book, kid, ride a little bit crooked cause nothing is guaranteed