In the summer
There you go
Call all your friends
On a Merceds Benz
But

You can't ride
You can't ride
You can't ride

Tell your dad
You're on joyride
In the desert
Of the night

You can't take
You can't take
You can't take this

You like the city lights
you hate the dirty streets
Your indiferent eyes
You never go outside
you hate the simple life
and the countryside

Alright

You could keep on
It's a good life

And the night is your margarita
Pick your black coat
And your pale blue eyes

Then I'll take you home tonight
Then I'll take you home tonight
Then I'll take you home tonight
Then I'll take you for a ride

In the morning
You wake up
Asking something
Where Am I?

You don't fake
You don't fake
You don't fake this

Sail across
the asphalt
What a mess
What a night

You don't know
You don't know
You don't know why