Devotee - Rabbit Junk

You see my thing is to bang

The broken hearted man right out of my head

Forget I am tears on a pillow

Make a last move or make her a widow

But I won’t be going down below

Dial the digits of an evil cell phone

Push past the clones in our comfort zones

To a bottom party of these broken bones

Big lights, bright city

Small minds feeling pretty

Small winner, big sinner

Dead city, pull the trigger

All night 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 and said «You got it all wrong»

I want to pull the trigger, well, sing a sad song

God, lord, take me in a troubling hand

She bit her lip and she’s trying to understand

Craziest day she had yesterday

A drone 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 long

Night, night long

Go!

Just wake up!

I know of party sickness

But I’m too sick to get well

So it comes to you of an easy sell

If we can be together

Then we’ll come down together

Certainty of a devotee

So tell me what the hustle is

I thought I seen it all in this fucked up biz

But 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 and the cheating wives

She looked down my sight, I think 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 long

Night, night long

I know of party sickness

But I’m too sick to get well

So it comes to you of an easy sell

If we can live together

Then we’ll come down together

Certainty of a devotee