Hell She's in my head Drive down to the city Get pissed and get bled red Cherry bomb Tattoo on cold shoulder She's right but she's all wrong Well I'm feeling dead Bike down to her front porch Share a cigarette Bet It turns me on To see her spirit dancing She here but she's long gone Another moth to the glow of the metropolis Scorched and dusty wing fall from the precipice Present the beating heart pulled from cavity Too old to fight too young for her depravity