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 want to go home?
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 gets to spinning, I can barely hold on
The liquid junk pumps through my veins and I scream the wrong song
I'm so tired, I think I gotta go home
So I'll stomp to the beat, yeah, I'll stomp to the beat of the oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, it's garbage on the radio
I should have known, I should have fucking 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 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
These so-called hit lists are nothing more than fat fuck lullabies
Man, I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday night
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 gas pedal now
And the garbage on the radio
Is taking me home