Devotee

You see my thing is to bang

The broken-hearted man right out of my head

Forget my empty chested tears on her pillow

Make a last move and make her a widow

But I won't be going down below

Dial the digits of that evil cell phone

Push past the clones in their comfort zones

To the final party of these broken bones

Big lights, bright city

Small minds feeling pretty

Small winner, big sinner

Dead city, pull the trigger

All (night) night (night) long (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, I said, "You got it all wrong"

I want to pull this trigger while I sing a sad song

The gun looked heavy in her trembling hand

She bit her lip and she tried to understand

Craziest date she had yet today

A "John" 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) night (night) long (long)

Night, night long

Go!

I know I'm part of the sickness

But I'm too sick to get well

So when it comes to you, I'm an easy sell

If we can't be together

Then we'll go down together

Sincerely, your devotee

So tell me what the hustle is

I thought I'd seen it all in this fucked up biz

Her words hung 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 husbands and their cheating wives

She looked down the sight, I knew 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) night (night) long (long)

All night long

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I know I'm part of the sickness

But I'm too sick to get well

So when it comes to you, I'm an easy sell

If we can't live together

Then we'll go down together

Sincerely, your devotee