Six-seven-thirty, wake up
I take off all my makeup
But I can feel there's something wrong (there's something wrong)
I swear I've seen this city
Your hands, they look so pretty
I hope we feel it all night long (feel it all night long)
A tattoo that won't stop bleeding
Snake in your head I'm feeding
We won't be happy 'til it's gone (happy 'til it's gone)
Skin-tight, it feels like leather
Red lights and stormy weather
I don't think we can go back home (we can't go back home)
