All the bottles and the actions break on the ground
The sluts stand around with their skirts undone, right on time now,
Think it's time to go home, do you wanna go home?, oh,
That disco ball is swinging low, oh, oh,
Found my lover on the radio, she's singing songs from a long time ago,
Hey! Blackout, shout it out loud,
the devil's keeping time on the brake pad now,
with the music on the radio it's taking me oh,
Well the ground is a spinning like a belly on out,
A liquid drug pumps through my veins and I scream the wrong song,
And I'm so tired I think I gotta go home, (home),
So i stomp to the beat, yes i stomp to the beat of the oh, oh, oh, oh,
All this garbage on the radio, I shoulda know, I shoulda fucking known,
Hey! Blackout shout it out loud,
the devil's keeping on the gas pedal now,
with the garbage on the radio, it's taking me home,
Blackout shout it out loud,
the devil's keeping time on the brake pad now,
and the music on the radio is taking me home
(woah) These so called hip years
are nothing more than a fuck load of lies,
And on the veterans of hot tub in a bar called Friday Night,
Confused in victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight, am I right?
Blackout shout it out loud,
the devil's keeping on the brake pad now,
with the music on the radio, it'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, is taking me home