Waiting on myself Pressed up against the morning light I’m looking in the mirror and I know that shit ain’t right With this sunset and those fireworks But this heartache survive, I’m howling at the moon Like a rabid dog in the night Then at the corner, I’ll be waiting for you there With black bags and a clown face Just looking for your dead stare Moves like Fred Astaire Too quick now I’m here I skipped through the city Without toll or a fair And I say DAMN! Would you look at this? Gone with an iron fist Started with a shake and twist But no, it’s not so innocent And I say DAMN! HA! DAMN! You can tell by my alligator boots Got the snake skin suit With a top hat to boot You can go and bleach your hair But oh, we just don’t care And you can pray to the Devil, but Lords the only one there And I say DAMN! HA! DAMN! And all the walls are shaking And my mind’s earth quaking Damn, would you look at this? Here it comes with an iron fist Started with a shake and twist But no, it’s not so innocent DAMN! HA! DAMN! And all the walls are shaking And my mind’s earth quaking
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