Album: Paging Mr. Strike
I got washed up on an island in Memphis
I got wasted in a Longbeach bungalow
I took out your assassins on a plateau drunk with poison
I'm hell-bent on doing the things you love
I'm hell-bent on doing the things you love
You got lipstick, you got velvet, you got nitrous
You've got the symbol of the devil on your glove
I got one too many vices, you've got two too many charms
I'm hell-bent on doing the things you love
I'm hell-bent on doing the things you love
I'm full-flame butane fire
(you got me leaping through the flames of madness)
I'm eight-lane
Road rage driver (I'm a wolf for you)
And every night's a full moon
We've stolen the plans for the future
We've destabilized the government of love
We're safer not together
We're lethal when apart
We're hell bent on doing the things we love
We're hell bent on doing the things we love
We're hell bent on doing the things we love
I'm full-flame butane fire
(you got me leaping through the flames of madness)
I'm eight-lane
Road rage driver (I'm a wolf for you)
And every night's a full moon