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 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 a full-flame butane fire (You got me leaping through the flames of madness) I'm eight lane road rage driver (and I'm a wolf for you) Every night's a full moon
We've stolen the plans for the future We've destabilised 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 said we're hell-bent on doing the things we love!
Full-flame butane fire (You got me leaping through the flames of madness) I'm eight lane road rage driver (And I'm a wolf for you) Every night's a full moon
Full-flame butane fire (You got me leaping through the flames of madness) I'm eight lane road rage driver (Said I'm a wolf for you) Every night's a full moon
I wanna be weightless I wanna freefall I wanna step out of my plane We're gonna smooth it out...together
I'm full-flame butane fire (You got me leaping through the flames of madness) I'm eight lane road rage driver ('Cause I'm a wolf for you) Every night's a full moon
I'm full-flame butane fire (You got me leaping through the flames of madness) I'm eight lane road rage driver ('Cause I'm a wolf for you)
Compositores: Matthew Ford (Beecroft Pinky), Glenn Easton Dormand, Ross Andrew Johnston ECAD: Obra #5413646