Listen To This

All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground. The sluts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now. I think it s time to go home. Do you wanna go home (whoa ) 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 get s to spinning I can barely hold on. The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song. I think I gotta go home. Do you wanna go home (whoa ) So, I ll stomp to the beat, yeah I ll stomp to the beat of 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 gas pedal now. It s the garbage on the radio that s taking home. These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat fuck lullabies. Man, I ve had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday n