| Song | Down To Go |
| Artist | Phosphorescent |
| Album | Muchacho (Deluxe Edition) |
| Leave another, how can you go? | |
| How can’t you know, I mean by now? | |
| We’re kids forever, ain’t we tho? | |
| Ain’t we so high and wild? | |
| You say, “Oh, you’ll spin your heartache into gold”, | |
| And I suppose but it rips my heart out don’t you know, | |
| But if I’m waking each morning babe, | |
| All aching and ornery babe, | |
| All vacant and thorny, hej I’m down to go. | |
| The kids of summer, don’t we glow? | |
| Oh ain’t we bold, just wilding out, | |
| Hej can this kill me? Hej, I don’t know, | |
| But I been sho finding out. | |
| You say, “Oh, you’ll spin this heartache into gold”, | |
| And I suppose but it rips my heart out don’t you know, | |
| But if I’m waking each morning babe, | |
| All aching and ornery babe, | |
| All vacant and thorny, no, it’s time to go. | |
| Leave the city. Can’t we go? | |
| Can’t we tho? I mean, right now. | |
| I know it’s a pity. Hej, but it’s getting cold, | |
| And it’s getting old, this whoring around. | |
| You say, “Oh, you’ll spin this heartache into gold”, | |
| And I suppose, I ain’t got much choice now do I tho? | |
| All aching and ornery babe, | |
| All jaded and thorny, no, I’m down to go. |
| Leave another, how can you go? | |
| How can' t you know, I mean by now? | |
| We' re kids forever, ain' t we tho? | |
| Ain' t we so high and wild? | |
| You say, " Oh, you' ll spin your heartache into gold", | |
| And I suppose but it rips my heart out don' t you know, | |
| But if I' m waking each morning babe, | |
| All aching and ornery babe, | |
| All vacant and thorny, hej I' m down to go. | |
| The kids of summer, don' t we glow? | |
| Oh ain' t we bold, just wilding out, | |
| Hej can this kill me? Hej, I don' t know, | |
| But I been sho finding out. | |
| You say, " Oh, you' ll spin this heartache into gold", | |
| And I suppose but it rips my heart out don' t you know, | |
| But if I' m waking each morning babe, | |
| All aching and ornery babe, | |
| All vacant and thorny, no, it' s time to go. | |
| Leave the city. Can' t we go? | |
| Can' t we tho? I mean, right now. | |
| I know it' s a pity. Hej, but it' s getting cold, | |
| And it' s getting old, this whoring around. | |
| You say, " Oh, you' ll spin this heartache into gold", | |
| And I suppose, I ain' t got much choice now do I tho? | |
| All aching and ornery babe, | |
| All jaded and thorny, no, I' m down to go. |