Flamethrower

Kick start the beat box

The saints are marching through

Demons are the dealers here

While the house band plays the blues

I won't give you no refund

On these borrowed goods

I throw the kill switch

But the engines are running smooth

Something about this place we're in

Is killing me and you

Someone find the messenger

Don't forget to shoot

Once I would save them

Now I want them dead

I might not ever get

All the things she said

Don't know how much you can tell

Don't think I had it that well

I got this feeling

Everything is going to hell

Don't know how much you can tell

Don't think I had it that well

I got this feeling

Everything is going to hell

Don't know about this

I ain't one to fear miss

Some of us have trouble

Forgiving some of you

Smooth Cadillac ride

Take me far away

I'll be back don't worry

Everything's okay

Don't know how much you can tell

Don't think I had it that well

I got this feeling

Everything is going to hell

Don't know how much you can tell

Don't think I had it that well

I got this feeling

Everything is going to hell

Sleepwalk sleep well

On Sunday afternoon

A million times they've warned me

About spending time with you

These tiny packages

Broke the bank and left

I'm on for miles

And I ain't seen nothing yet

Don't know how much you can tell

Don't think I had it that well

I got this feeling

Everything is going to hell

Don't know how much you can tell

Don't think I had it that well

I got this feeling

Everything is going to hell

Something about this place we're in