Blackout - The Falcon

All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground

The sluts stagger out with

Their skirts hiked up right on time now

I think it's time to go home

Do you wanna go home whoa

The disco ball is swinging low

I found my lover on the radio

She sang me songs from a long time ago

Blackout shout it out loud

The devil's keeping time on the brake pad now

It's the music on the radio that's taking me home

When the crowd get's to spinning

I can barely hold on

The liquid trash flows through my veins and

I scream the wrong song

I'm so tired I think I gotta go home

Whoa

So I'll stomp to the beat yeah

I'll stomp to the beat of the

It's the garbage on the radio

I should have known

I should have f**king known

Blackout shout it out loud

The devil's keeping time on the gas pedal now

It's the garbage on the radio that's taking home

Blackout shout it out loud

The devil's keeping time on the brake pad now

It's the music on the radio that's taking me home

These so called hit lists are nothing more

That fat f**k lullabies

Man I've had better hits on

My tongue in the park on Friday nights

If this is victory

I'd rather listen to defeat tonight

Am I right

Blackout shout it out loud

The devil's keeping time on the brake pad now

It's the music on the radio that's taking me home

Blackout shout it out loud

The devil's keeping time on the brake pad now

It's the music on the radio that's taking me home

It's taking me home

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