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

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