All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground.
The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now.
I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!)
The disco ball is swinging low.
I found my lover on the radio. She sang me songs from a long time ago.
Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the brake pad now.
It's the music on the radio that's taking me home.
When the crowd get's to spinning I can barely hold on.
The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song.
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