White Gold - Metric

Piss-poor, riding high

Sunbathing fireside

We’re here for the porn and the sirloin

Get your T-bone

Let your backbone slide

Tunnel and sky collide

Lose friends to the airwaves and the airlines

I wanna make it right

Some future in my eyes, bright

Hush, don’t explain

When you water down my name

I’ll be up too late

Call me when you get

Better at your game

You haven’t beat me yet

The waitress

The actress

Got the skin and the bones

With a hairbrush and an air brush

She’d be white gold

She asked the piss-poor, «Why you looking for that party in the sky?

It’s just a movie about a movie, too old to die.»

But I’m gonna make it right

The future in my eyes, bright

Hush, don’t explain

When you water down my name

I’ll be up too late

Call me when you get

Better at your game

You haven’t beat me yet

Though my vision is straining

I’m gonna make it right

Some future in my eyes, bright

Hush, don’t explain

When you water down my name

I’ll be up too late

Call me when you get

Better at your game

You haven’t beat me yet