all alone in the traffic
all sense of the game is long gone
mouth twisted up and lips like coal
tired of spinning you get anything you want
we don`t have to be lovers
we don`t have to be friends for no one
black souls inthe desert
heads spinning you get anything you want
chorus:
back down to the glorious #1
my prints all over the smoking gun
back down to the glorious #1
all lines to the living are now undone
back down to the glorious #1
her fingers felt like a fire
her skin`s shifting
the words are so clear
left a burning desire
one flash will get you anything you want