Blackout

All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground

The sluts stagger with their skirts hiked up right on time now

I think it's time to go home, do you wanna go home?

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 gets to spinning I can barely hold on

The liquid trash pumps through my veins and I scream the wrong song

I think I gotta go home, do you wanna go home?

So I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat



Oh, it's the garbage on the radio

I should have known

I should have fucking known



Blackout, shout it out loud

The devil's keeping time on the brake pedal now

It's the garbage on the radio that's taking me home



These so-called hit lists are nothing more than fat fuck lullabies

I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights

If this is Victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight



Amirite?