4-Way Diablo

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