Full Moon-Machine Gun Fellatio

I got washed up on an island in Memphis I got wasted in a Longbeach bungalow I took out your assassins on the plateau drunk with poison I＇m hell-bent on doing the things you love I＇m hell-bent on doing the things you love You got lipstick, you got velvet, you got nitrous You＇ve got the symbol of the devil on your glove I got one too many vices, you＇ve got two too many charms I＇m hell-bent on doing the things you love I＇m hell-bent on doing the things you love I＇m full-flame butane fire You got me leaping through the flames of madness I＇m eight-lane Road rage driver I＇m a wolf for you And every night＇s a full moon We＇ve stolen the plans for the future We＇ve destabilised the government of love We＇re safer not together We＇re lethal when apart We＇re hell-bent on doing the things we love We＇re hell-bent on doing the things we love We＇re hell-bent on doing the things we love I＇m full-flame butane fire You got me leaping through the flames of madness I＇m eight-lane Road rage driver I＇m a wolf for you And every night＇s a full moon I＇m full-flame butane fire You got me leaping through the flames of madness I＇m eight-lane Road rage driver I＇m a wolf for you And every night＇s a full moon I＇m full-flame butane fire You got me leaping through the flames of madness I＇m eight-lane Road rage driver I＇m a wolf for you And every night＇s a full moon