Lyrics
I see you kissing yourself in the mirror now
And I can tell that you like what you see
I heard you talking all night to the pyramids
I caught you sucking the life out of me
I think you ought to check all your messages
You better pray to your gods in the sky
I hope you reach in your pocket for a miracle
Because you're going somewhere when you die
Now keep in touch with the soul of disaster
'Cause it's gonna come down so hard
I was smoking on a cigarette
A-waiting on a plane
When I saw reality just go down the drain
Climbing up the minarets
Hiding in the den
That 4-way diablo is coming back again
Oh, you've met me, now what have you done?
You killed all the flowers, and you killed off the sun
I was smoking on a cigarette
I'm preaching on a plane
That 4-way diablo is a-coming back again
I can't hear myself, I'm so far away
I can't hear myself, I'm so far away
You're smoking on a cigarette
You're waiting on a plane
When I saw reality just go down the drain
You're climbing up the minarets
An' hiding in the den
That 4-way diablo is a-coming back again
Oh-oh, you met me, now what have you done?
You killed all the flowers, and you killed off the sun
Smoking on a cigarette, preaching on a plane
That 4-way diablo is coming out again, yeah, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh