Bad Decisions

Bad Decisions
Dropped down the lights, I’m sitting with you
Moscow, 1972
Always singin' in my sleep
I will leave it in my dreams

Oh, makin' bad decisions
Oh, makin' bad decisions
Making bad decisions for you
Oh, makin' bad decisions
Uh-oh, makin' bad decisions
Makin' bad decisions for you
Pick up your gun
Put up those gloves
Save us from harm
Safe or alone
Oh baby, I hang on everything you say
I wanna write down every word
Do me a favor when you come through
When I look around, don't wanna see you
I don't take advice from fools
Never listenin' to you
Oh, makin' bad decisions
Oh, makin' bad decisions
Making bad decisions with you
Oh, makin' bad decisions
Uh-oh, makin' bad decisions
I'm makin' bad decisions with you
Pick up your gun
Put up those gloves
Save us from harm
Safe or alone
You, you didn't listen to me
But I, I didn't listen to you
I waited so long listening for
Something to work

I'm makin' bad decisions
Really, really bad decisions
I'm makin' bad decisions
On you, on you
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
I'm not gonna give a lot of credit
I don't know to use how
'Cause I can't, I can't
I can't, can't make anymore
La canción 'Bad Decisions' de The Strokes nos sumerge en un ambiente de nostalgia y amor complicado. Las luces se apagan, transportándonos a Moscú en 1972, mientras el narrador confiesa que siempre canta en sus sueños...