Woke up with a glass lung
To go along with my lead tongue
Face down on the back stairs
Bottles everywhere
Time bomb on the main street
Broken love in the backseat
I stare from the window
At the world below
If I could cut these ties
Leave all these sins behind me
I’d be a better man, better man, better man
I need a new ritual (x4)
One more sip of whiskey
To go along with my chipped teeth
Curled up on the front lawn
To forget she’s gone
Burn down like a maestro
I’m an American psycho
I sleep on the concrete
Now I need
I need a new ritual (x4)
Lord knows I’ve felt this way before
Way too many times, broken on the floor
If I could break these chains
Leave my past behind me
I’d be a better man, better man, better man
I need a new ritual (x4)

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