Devotee

You see my thing is to bang The broken hearted man right out of my head Forget I am tears on a pillow Make a last move or make her a widow But I won't be going down below Dial the digit's of an evil cell phone Push past the clones in our comfort zones To a bottom party of these broken bones Big lights, bright city Small minds feeling pretty Small winner, big sinner Dead city, pull the trigger All night long night, night long She took me round back, showed me her rack I'm looking for something else but It ain't for lack She hiked up her dress and said "You got it all wrong" I want to pull the trigger, well Sing a sad song God, lord, take me in a troubling hand She bit her lip and She's trying to understand Craziest day she had yesterday A drone in a suit asking to be blown away Big lights, bright city Small minds feeling pretty Small winner, big sinner Dead city, pull the trigger All night long night, night long Go! Just wake up! I know of party sickness But I'm too sick to get well So it comes to you of an easy sell If we can be together Then we'll come down together Certainty of a devotee So tell me what the hustle is I thought I seen it all in this fucked up biz But cloaked in a Southern drawl She wanted a story so I told it all She looked like she heard it a million times The loving and the cheating wives She looked down my sight I think she wouldn't miss She closed one eye and blew me a kiss Big lights, bright city Small minds feeling pretty Small winner, big sinner Dead city, pull the trigger All night long night, night long I know of party sickness But I'm too sick to get well So it comes to you of an easy sell If we can live together Then we'll come down together Certainty of a devotee