Lyrics:

2013


Back when my friend and I were younger
In our experimental teens
We climbed in and out of our bedroom window
Take it to extremes

Extremes was a local bar
Where the workin' class lived
On beer and country music
We used to stand outside and pretend as if
We were like them

Grown men raisin' up those longneck torches
Like neon horses

Here I’m singing
Oh la la la la yeah yeah yeah
Oh la la la la
Oh la la la la yeah yeah yeah
Oh la la la

They work a forty hour week for a living
But they don’t make a lot
They put forty hours into the weekend
And they do their best to do a real good job
Friday night at five oclock till the Monday morning sunrise
They run wild like neon horses

We were introduce to our twenties, our responsibilities
And the man lookin' over our shoulder keepin' tabs on him and me
And the clock gave us just enough time to get home and eat and sleep
But every night when I lay down, it felt like a long rope was chockin me
So did he

Oh, but you can't pull it tight enough to
Still the voices of the neon horses

Here I’m singing
Oh la la la la yeah yeah yeah
Oh la la la la
Oh la la la la yeah yeah yeah
Oh la la la

They work a forty hour week for a living
But they don’t make a lot
They put forty hours into the weekend
And they do their best to do a real good job
Friday night at five oclock till the Monday morning sunrise
They run wild like neon horses

Oh la la la la yeah yeah yeah
Oh la la la la
Oh la la la la yeah yeah yeah
Oh la la la

Oh la la la la yeah yeah yeah
Oh la la la la
Oh la la la la yeah yeah yeah
Oh la la la