Got It Made

Got It Made

Theory of a Deadman

No time for a suitcase
Just grab a quick change of clothes
You ask where we're going now honey
Well I'd tell you but nobody knows

So sneak out the back door
'Cause you know they'll try to make you stay
Make sure you've got a seat belt on
'Cause were headed for the interstate

[Chorus]
Were having the best time, living the fast life
Thinking were just too damn young to die
Can't wait for next time to see all the bright lights
To see it all
Driving the fast lane out on the freeway
Tell us to slow down, start the car chase
As long as we've got each other we've got it made
We've got it, we've got it, we've got it made

Pulled over on the side to the road
Going skinny dippin' in the dark
Musta left the radio on
We had to push the car to get it to start

Cruisin' down on the sunset bend
Went racin' on almond drive
Then we stopped on the top of the world
Oh I never felt so alive

[Chorus]

Now we're running on empty
We've got no place to go
We've been sleeping in the backseat
Just waiting for the sun to show

Blowing cash, tape deck's broke
Thinking I'm heading home
But I can tell by the smile on your face
We still got miles to go

[Chorus]

We've got it, we've got it, we've got it made
We've got it, we've got it, we've got it made

Written by CONNOLLY, TYLER PATRICK / BRENNER, DAVID J. / BACK, DEAN HENNING
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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