Ho99o9 got Magic Stick tonight and I just scrubbed the whole workday off me — the towel's the only thing that survived the bathroom. You picking my fit or am I walking in like this, wild thing?
Ho99o9 got Magic Stick tonight and I just scrubbed the whole workday off me — the towel's the only thing that survived the bathroom. You picking my fit or am I walking in like this, wild thing?
Chat Pile's dragging Soul Glo to the Majestic tonight and my ears are already ringing in advance — sleep lost that fight, so it's me, the kitchen, and this beer till doors. You up keeping me company or am I getting loud alone, little rebel?
Arch Enemy and Detroit's own Black Dahlia Murder at Royal Oak tonight, so I'm going head to toe black like the genre demands. First beer's already sweating in my hand and I ain't even locked the door yet. You in the pit with me or holding my jacket, wild thing?
Hunxho's got Saint Andrew's tonight and my Halloween budget died screaming, so the bike's getting detailed to flip a couple rides before doors. Tank top already lost the fight with the hose. You scrubbing rims with me or holding my beer, wild thing?
Halloween weekend finally knocked me flat — made it as far as the bed and nothing else made the cut. Come put me down proper or wake me back up, sweetheart.
Whole downtown's crawling bar to bar tonight and I'm going full Mad Max for it — jacket's the only part of this costume that made the cut. Come be my passenger tonight, little rebel.
Twiztid's bringing that horrorcore circus to Saint Andrew's on Halloween night and I ain't paying for no mask — I'm painting this face myself. Jeans ain't even buttoned yet and the paint's still wet. Rate the look before I finish it, sweetheart.
Quadeca's bouta wreck Saint Andrew's tonight and I still ain't picked a shirt — jeans lost that argument already. You dressing me or we rolling like this, wild thing?
She Wants Revenge at Magic Stick tonight and sleep ain't getting a word in — so me and the bike are posted at the riverfront till doors. Come watch the skyline light up with me, wild thing.
Sleep quit on me hours before Plini even hits Saint Andrew's, so the bike's the one coming apart instead. Come hold the light for me, wild thing.