We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
sure we get lonely
when there are only human in the heathen
heathen of the animals
I will not waver, I will not wait its turn
It will be, it will burn (burn)
Till you get lonely
All my friends are wasted
and I hate this club and I drank too much
And the Friday nights I've wasted
My eyes are black and red
I'm crawling back to your bed