Fires rain down from the north
Hell is here, from what a source
Man lost his will to machine

Herringbone, maybelline

And then you go for your one shot

To where you are

Bad vibes and love on the side

The maitre'd would help confide
Mirrors are hard to come by
When eyes are closed

And hands are tied

And then you go for your one shot

To where you are
What you need
Is so guaranteed


Love comes like a Kennedy curse
The victom role was well rehearsed

You can paint over any mistake
But you can't remove
The original fake