Hey baby now your all alone
Time to think about yourself
There's nobody sitting next to you
Drinking to your health
There's nobody sitting next to you
With his eyes below your belt
Come on baby let the good times roll
Let them roll you right into hell
Way down by the suicide
Down by the razor blade rodeo
Sit right next to that tarnished nun
And like a compass she'll show you where to go
And when you find yourself up in your room
And you got the shopping centre blues
And you ask your old man to please talk to you
And he says sure (right after the news)
And lately have these visions of the night
Been getting lost in this fever dream
And even the ends of your fingers don?t feel right
So you take a little bit of this
And a little bit of that
And man you feel all right
Interlude
And lately have these visions of the night
Been getting lost in this fever dream
And even the ends of your fingers don?t feel right
So you take a little bit of this
And a little bit of that
And man you feel all right
verse 2
Hey baby take a walk with me
On the beach in the winter and the rain
And we can talk about Vogue magazine
And the meaning of artistic pain
Cause you know you're lost in your own castle now
All you need is Lord Byron's name
And nobody's sitting next to you
And your name's not on the guest list too
And pretty soon nobody's gonna take you home
Outro
Take you home (take you home)
Take you home (take you home)
Take you home (take you home)