Lyrics
She's got boots and a crooked halo
Spits fire in a punk rock bar
Tattoos lighting on her knuckles
Drives the hearse like it's a muscle car
There's a poet on a Lombard
Friction riffs with a blood-red stash
And a cowboy DJ spinning
Nerdfather and Johnny Cash
Every street's a fever dream
With kombucha and gasoline
If you don't fit in, you'll fit in fine
I'm weird like Austin, babe
Hotter than the blacktop, strange
Dancing in the middle of the flame
No shame, no rules, no name
I'm weird like Austin, yeah
We're ghosts and prophets, share a bed
Don't tell me to calm it down
We were born loud in this outlaw town
The barista's a bass player
The mayor's got a switchblade grin
I fell in love at a food truck
And lost her in the smoke engine
This town don't blink, it spirals
It lasts in vinyl and flame
There's beauty in the back alley
And power in the pave
You don't find peace, you find a band
You don't find truth, you find a fan
I'm weird like Austin, babe
Broke but dreaming anyway
Talking to the moon, downtown
Psychedelic, hellbound crown
I'm weird like Austin, yeah
We're broken saints, learn how to bend
Don't tell me to make it make sense
We were born wild, not heaven-sent
She dove in naked at midnight
Laughing like the rules were a dare
Water kissed her like a secret
Then she vanished into the air
Saw curvy queen on congress
Leather skirt, sexy lips
She walked like a loaded promise
With chaos swinging from her hips
Six streets bleeding, bats are screaming
Love songs written on bar bathroom ceilings
Late-night sermons from burned-out priests
And every heartbreak still moves the beat
I'm weird like Austin, babe