[Verse 1]
They're gonna send us to prison for jerks
For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again
They're gonna send us to prison for jerks

[Chorus]
They'll find us here
Here, here in the guest room
Where we throw money at each other and cry
Oh, my

[Verse 2]
We miss being ruffians, going wild and bright
In the corners of front yards, getting in and out of cars
We miss being deviants

[Chorus]
They'll find us here
Here, herе in the guest room
Wherе we throw money at each other and cry
Oh, my

[Post-Chorus]
We can't stay here
We're starting to stay the same
We can't stay here
We can't stay this way

[Bridge]
Just tie your woman to your wrist
Give her the room to tie the other

[Chorus]
They'll find us here
Here, here in the guest room
Where we throw money at each other and cry
Oh, my

[Audience Clapping]

[Spoken: Matt Berninger, Bryce Dessner]
This is a sad record
This is called "Racing Like a Pro"
It used to be, a lot of people thought it was "Racing Like a Pronoun"
They thought it was some sort of grammar lesson
I thought that, too. Is that not true?
It's not true. It's not
This is, don't worry about the grammar
It's not about pronouns, it's about professionals...