I am running in circles
Blinded by the city lights
There's a hand on my gun
It seems to be a pretty night
I'm locating a target
Right eye of a pretty maid
It seems to be a pretty night

I am beating my heart
It's grinded like a firestone
Who's the man at the door?
He's begging for a broken bone
As I start to divide him
Everyone is out to run
I'm sorry sir, your coffee's done
Your coffee's done

There's a feeling inside which makes me think I'll get insane
Like a fucking tequila worm, it's swimming in my brain
I decided to start the day with my own suicide
I'll drink it on the other side, I'll drink it on the other side