Welcome to the end of the night Where everyone reeks of stale smoke, dirty jokes Stop me if you've heard this one The ransom's over, where's my cut, cut, cut, cut? Skewered on an open flame I bought you off the spit, pose for me Paws and knees trace around the switchblade gash We're all born fresh but now we rot, rot, rot, rot I'm the bastard kid of a dead beat town You're just what I need to bring me down I've got enough strength for one more round Is that good for you? Well, it's good for me, baby I'm the lucky son of a bitch you need To keep alive your losing streak I've got one more trick up my sleeve Does that work for you? Well, it works for me, baby When you can't tear your eyes away 'Coz she's got such a pretty face And a filthy fucking mind And I will wait outside the gates But I won't leave till you show me what's on the inside Well, I can't shake this lack of sleep It feasts on me till you show me what's on the inside I'm the bastard kid of a dead beat town You're just what I need to bring me down I've got enough strength for one more round Is that good for you? Well, it's good for me, baby And our mothers sleep with lottery dreams Our fathers built the pyramid schemes Nothing is ever what it seems But it works for you 'coz it works for me You just had yourself a taste Of how sweet the life could be If you could just leave yours behind