The Strip

Disaster strikes again Every third refrain Don't you hate the band? I'll tell you what I think I met a guy online Drugs and tonic wine I am betting everything on you I'll tell you what, I'll drink To us I'm not here for good I'm here for bad I have got to do this now and do it well Payment for a murder Straight to hell But that's not the only way Down there Honey, please get off the gram Chilli scorch, ironside Your only fan face down in the mud Difficult stuff Silence It's just silence When a body Becomes lifeless We're his children The almighty Happenstance, and Debt collectors This casino Built on losers And their secrets And their wishes come undone But Jesus, it was fun But it's a lot to take on board Disaster what's more Inward we face My boys and their murderous ways Oh, London is red Outward we waste He killed a man E10 LA Death by middle age But I'll be gone before then My friends I'll be gone before then My friends