Devotee (Upgraded)

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!
Just wake up!

I know I'm part of the sickness
But I'm too sick to get well
So 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, yeah, yeah!
Just wake up!

I know I'm part of the sickness
But I'm too sick to get well
So it comes to you I'm an easy sell
If we can't live together
Then we'll go down together
Sincerely, your devotee



Credits
Writer(s): John-paul Anderson
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