| Song | Rubidoux |
| Artist | Cold War Kids |
| Album | Robbers & Cowards |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Cold War Kids | |
| So let's go deadbolt your shed door | |
| Cram your paper money snug closer than before | |
| Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows | |
| And your eyes are shifting dials like | |
| AM radios | |
| Snowed over river melted more last night | |
| Still the same to shovel windshields of spidered ice | |
| Yes, yes mother | |
| I mean to be baptized | |
| Seeds that make the high ground grow and multiply | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight | |
| What did you expect? | |
| Romantic Isle of | |
| Wight? Just empty desert light | |
| Few feet float above these | |
| Persian throw rugs | |
| And tuck themselves in percussion as succession was | |
| Tonight as single simple folk played themselves slow | |
| Just like talking city blues down in the hallway low | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight | |
| What did you expect? | |
| Romantic Isle of | |
| Wight? Just empty desert light | |
| I suggest that you respect the deal | |
| And keep your nose out of business of | |
| Priests and holy men, the life you have chosen | |
| Is filled with dirty fingernails | |
| And lost and founds and cancelled appointments 10 more avenues time to choose | |
| And there's rain that'll fall down in five | |
| There's 50 doors to choose from and there's many more | |
| Many more inside inside inside | |
| And the nighttime's going to come | |
| The nighttime's going to come | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight | |
| What did you expect? | |
| Romantic Isle of | |
| Wight? Just empty desert light | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Just empty desert light | |
| Just empty desert light | |
| Just empty desert light |
| zuo qu : Cold War Kids | |
| So let' s go deadbolt your shed door | |
| Cram your paper money snug closer than before | |
| Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows | |
| And your eyes are shifting dials like | |
| AM radios | |
| Snowed over river melted more last night | |
| Still the same to shovel windshields of spidered ice | |
| Yes, yes mother | |
| I mean to be baptized | |
| Seeds that make the high ground grow and multiply | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight | |
| What did you expect? | |
| Romantic Isle of | |
| Wight? Just empty desert light | |
| Few feet float above these | |
| Persian throw rugs | |
| And tuck themselves in percussion as succession was | |
| Tonight as single simple folk played themselves slow | |
| Just like talking city blues down in the hallway low | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight | |
| What did you expect? | |
| Romantic Isle of | |
| Wight? Just empty desert light | |
| I suggest that you respect the deal | |
| And keep your nose out of business of | |
| Priests and holy men, the life you have chosen | |
| Is filled with dirty fingernails | |
| And lost and founds and cancelled appointments 10 more avenues time to choose | |
| And there' s rain that' ll fall down in five | |
| There' s 50 doors to choose from and there' s many more | |
| Many more inside inside inside | |
| And the nighttime' s going to come | |
| The nighttime' s going to come | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight | |
| What did you expect? | |
| Romantic Isle of | |
| Wight? Just empty desert light | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Just empty desert light | |
| Just empty desert light | |
| Just empty desert light |
| zuò qǔ : Cold War Kids | |
| So let' s go deadbolt your shed door | |
| Cram your paper money snug closer than before | |
| Chandeliers are falling in graveyard rows | |
| And your eyes are shifting dials like | |
| AM radios | |
| Snowed over river melted more last night | |
| Still the same to shovel windshields of spidered ice | |
| Yes, yes mother | |
| I mean to be baptized | |
| Seeds that make the high ground grow and multiply | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight | |
| What did you expect? | |
| Romantic Isle of | |
| Wight? Just empty desert light | |
| Few feet float above these | |
| Persian throw rugs | |
| And tuck themselves in percussion as succession was | |
| Tonight as single simple folk played themselves slow | |
| Just like talking city blues down in the hallway low | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight | |
| What did you expect? | |
| Romantic Isle of | |
| Wight? Just empty desert light | |
| I suggest that you respect the deal | |
| And keep your nose out of business of | |
| Priests and holy men, the life you have chosen | |
| Is filled with dirty fingernails | |
| And lost and founds and cancelled appointments 10 more avenues time to choose | |
| And there' s rain that' ll fall down in five | |
| There' s 50 doors to choose from and there' s many more | |
| Many more inside inside inside | |
| And the nighttime' s going to come | |
| The nighttime' s going to come | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Bourbon and a pistol in the dash out of sight | |
| What did you expect? | |
| Romantic Isle of | |
| Wight? Just empty desert light | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Drive to Rubidoux in the the middle of the night | |
| Just empty desert light | |
| Just empty desert light | |
| Just empty desert light |