Lyrics:

Line up crooked my eyes straight up at the sun
In and out of consciousness, neither is much fun
Show down with that head of yours and the book is 10 to 1

Ghetto rock for Princess Sticky Magazines
Five nights on the TV and two nights in between
To make out in the basement with the American dream

Take your time
Take your time
Take your time
Take your time

Baby
Ain't it crazy just to want it
Arrogant to flaunt it since we
Fell in love with a bad idea

Shine up crooked your eyes blazing like the sun
Make a little paradise for many to be one
Name it after liberty and build it running guns

Slumming it with Princess Sticky Magazines
Five nights on the TV and for ten grand she'll agree
To do it all on camera with the American dream

Take your time
Take your time
Take your time
Take your time

Baby
Ain't it crazy just to want it
Arrogant to flaunt it since we
Fell in love with a bad idea

Baby
Ain't it crazy just to want it
Arrogant to flaunt it since we
Fell in love with a bad idea
Since we fell in love with a bad idea

Take your time
Take your time