Your jeans are still soaked in the Berlin rain
You know you shouldn't do it, but you're going out again
There's an aching in your body as you don your bomber jacket
Some point last night, guess you must've stacked it
Head out the door with your newly made friends
There's no telling how this one will end
Down to the Spatie for our 50c cans
Lining our stomachs with Durum kebabs
Passport, keys, wallet and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
One time friends share a pack of cigarettes
Night by night slowly losing your innocence
Passport, keys, wallet, and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
Not enough sleep, too much alcohol
Travelling the world, with the pedal to the floor
Just turned midnight and the talk has just begun
How best to spend our fun
A Kreuzburg EDM club with a queue around the block
Or a f*cked up house party where they're playing punk rock
We all knew that we would go our separate ways
Heartfelt goodbyes and promise to meet up someday
As the dawn starts creeping in again
Nobody knows who was the last one standing
We all know that we can't spend forever this way
But for now every moment means everything
Passport, keys, wallet and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
One night stands share a night of regret
Night by night slowly losing your innocence
Passport, keys, wallet, and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
Not enough sleep, too much alcohol
Travelling the world, with the pedal to the floor
Hostel checkout is way too soon
Time to leave, time to go somewhere new
A Kiwi, a Brit, a Serb and a Canadian
In a four-door car, hitting the road again
Onwards to foreign lands
Such fun to have no plans
Keep on going as long as we can
Just so long as we got our
Passport, keys, wallet and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
One time friends share a pack of cigarettes
Night by night slowly losing your innocence
Passport, keys, wallet, and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
Not enough sleep, too much alcohol
Travelling the world, with the pedal to the floor
Shit Tinnies - Pedal to the Floor Lyrics
Shit Tinnies - Pedal to the Floor Lyrics
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Your jeans are still soaked in the Berlin rain
You know you shouldn't do it, but you're going out again
There's an aching in your body as you don your bomber jacket
Some point last night, guess you must've stacked it
Head out the door with your newly made friends
There's no telling how this one will end
Down to the Spatie for our 50c cans
Lining our stomachs with Durum kebabs
Passport, keys, wallet and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
One time friends share a pack of cigarettes
Night by night slowly losing your innocence
Passport, keys, wallet, and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
Not enough sleep, too much alcohol
Travelling the world, with the pedal to the floor
Just turned midnight and the talk has just begun
How best to spend our fun
A Kreuzburg EDM club with a queue around the block
Or a f*cked up house party where they're playing punk rock
We all knew that we would go our separate ways
Heartfelt goodbyes and promise to meet up someday
As the dawn starts creeping in again
Nobody knows who was the last one standing
We all know that we can't spend forever this way
But for now every moment means everything
Passport, keys, wallet and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
One night stands share a night of regret
Night by night slowly losing your innocence
Passport, keys, wallet, and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
Not enough sleep, too much alcohol
Travelling the world, with the pedal to the floor
Hostel checkout is way too soon
Time to leave, time to go somewhere new
A Kiwi, a Brit, a Serb and a Canadian
In a four-door car, hitting the road again
Onwards to foreign lands
Such fun to have no plans
Keep on going as long as we can
Just so long as we got our
Passport, keys, wallet and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
One time friends share a pack of cigarettes
Night by night slowly losing your innocence
Passport, keys, wallet, and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
Not enough sleep, too much alcohol
Travelling the world, with the pedal to the floor
You know you shouldn't do it, but you're going out again
There's an aching in your body as you don your bomber jacket
Some point last night, guess you must've stacked it
Head out the door with your newly made friends
There's no telling how this one will end
Down to the Spatie for our 50c cans
Lining our stomachs with Durum kebabs
Passport, keys, wallet and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
One time friends share a pack of cigarettes
Night by night slowly losing your innocence
Passport, keys, wallet, and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
Not enough sleep, too much alcohol
Travelling the world, with the pedal to the floor
Just turned midnight and the talk has just begun
How best to spend our fun
A Kreuzburg EDM club with a queue around the block
Or a f*cked up house party where they're playing punk rock
We all knew that we would go our separate ways
Heartfelt goodbyes and promise to meet up someday
As the dawn starts creeping in again
Nobody knows who was the last one standing
We all know that we can't spend forever this way
But for now every moment means everything
Passport, keys, wallet and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
One night stands share a night of regret
Night by night slowly losing your innocence
Passport, keys, wallet, and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
Not enough sleep, too much alcohol
Travelling the world, with the pedal to the floor
Hostel checkout is way too soon
Time to leave, time to go somewhere new
A Kiwi, a Brit, a Serb and a Canadian
In a four-door car, hitting the road again
Onwards to foreign lands
Such fun to have no plans
Keep on going as long as we can
Just so long as we got our
Passport, keys, wallet and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
One time friends share a pack of cigarettes
Night by night slowly losing your innocence
Passport, keys, wallet, and phone
Just for tonight this city is your home
Not enough sleep, too much alcohol
Travelling the world, with the pedal to the floor
Writer: Braydin Toia, James Moore, Ryan Powers, Stefan Radulovic
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Shit Tinnies
Length: 4:14
Written by: Braydin Toia, James Moore, Ryan Powers, Stefan Radulovic