Ballad Of Nice And Easy — Gomez

And so we ride on The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree

We're coming along The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree

Two of these kids grew up on the same street And though some folks blow it, there's no smoke in their eyes They're tying their dreams with doubled up laces Falling, free falling, tangled up 'til they die

And so we ride on The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree

We're coming along The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree

'Cause everyone knows they'll get their hands dirty Ripping at seams and smoking hot knives But sooner or later there's an end to this candle We'll burn it at both ends and switch on the lights

And so we ride on The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree

We're coming along The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree

And so we ride on The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree

We're coming along The ballad of nice and easy Young and carefree