Weโre paintinโ lines on the asphalt blur Livinโ on fumes, just the two of us, sir Got no fancy taste, no dollar-store dreams Just hand-to-mouth livin' in raggedy jeans I ain't seen a barber since ninety-nine You buzz my scalp when you get the time And if you don't? Well, let it grow wild Weโre the desertโs own favorite runaway child! Burnin' up the highway under the desert sun! You don't want no roses on your birthday, child You want neatly wrapped barbed wire, sharp and wild! No soft tender kisses when the night turns coldโ Just crush my ribs and hold on tight, solid gold! Clear night sky, stars overhead The open road is our king-size bed Youโre the prettiest thing under the midday heat Sweat on your brow, kickin' dust off your feet I start talking sweet, you just roll your eyes Look me in the face, cut through the liesโ "Shut your mouth," you say, "and grab me tight!" And damn, sweet girl, youโre always right! Weโre the couple of the year! Burnin' up the highway under the desert sun! You don't want no roses on your birthday, child You want neatly wrapped barbed wire, sharp and wild! No soft tender kisses when the night turns coldโ Just crush my ribs and hold on tight, solid gold! Some folks want silver, some folks want gold... We just want freedom before we get old. No velvet, no lace, no polite little smileโ Just a roll of rusty steel and a couple thousand miles! (Gang shouts answering) HEY! HEY! We're riding this wire straight into the night! Weโre the couple of the year! Burnin' up the highway under the desert sun! Forget the flowers, throw the cake awayโ Gimme barbed wire on my birthday! No soft tender kisses when the night turns coldโ Crush my ribs, hold tight, solid gold! "Barbed wire and desert sky..." "Shut up and hold me, boy."
