I'm sailing the coast of the big red city street I'm sailing the coast of the big red city street Everyone knows my place is the real country They say we're born to die and we're trying to find a better way I'm sailing the coast of the big red city street Everyone knows my place is the real country They say we're born to die and we're trying to find a better way I'm sailing the coast of the big red city street Heaven is a girl with no bad wants Show me how to go inside the bus stop Maybe God is just a girl with a bad taste So if you're guilty of a wrong, put your hands up Cause God was just a different looking man You better not have more chances today than you already did Then we better run Then we better run Then we better run Then we better run I'm sailing the coast of the big red city street Then we better run They say we're born to die and we're trying to find a better way They say we're born to die and we're trying to find a better way I'm sailing the coast of the big red city street