I'm not dealing with that devil anymore Heaven knows you've done your chore You were sent here just to save me I'm not dancing with those demons So, go to sleep, my weary lady Yeah, go to sleep, my weary lady I used to live with the whiskey And the good

You might fall and find the love of your life, heavenly But she'll catch you in her web The love of your life, yeah Feel the fire where she walks Lola Montez so beautiful Shady and a tempered dame Blinding your eyes with her spider dance Wherever she

Lay it on to the dawn Everything we done is wrong I'll be lonesome when I'm gone I was born in this hotel Washin' dishes in the sink Magazines and free soda Tryin' hard not to think She can talk to squirrels...oh, ho yeah Comin' back from the

You've gotta spread the word La la la, la-la la La-la, la-la-la-la la Tell 'em what you've heard All around the world It's gonna be okay You're gonna make a better day Yeah, I know what I know So please don't cry, never say die

Ricky dom dom Comme un loup dans la nuit Je suis une autre personne Look at me going wilder J'entends le son qui résonne I feel like a beast on the beat T-A-L, Little Mix on the beat Hey hey hey hey hey hey Yeah, you got me going into deep trouble

Everything's corrupt Everything's fucked up Everything's bout a buck, we shit outta luck Blood used to be thicker than water Now it depends on what kinda water you talkin' about Niggas'll kill they momma over that almighty dollar Yeah, you know me, Super

The damage is done Oh yeah, oh yeah All these scars which bear my name, yeah My eyes are wide, ain't nothing's the same, yeah I tried to run, but the damage is done, yeah I paved this road I broke myself in two This I know Up and down, In between

Oh oh oh oh oh Without the Scheiße yeah I, I wish that I could dance On a single fare I wish I could be strong Without the Scheiße yeah Scheiße, Scheiße be mine, Do whatever you like Scheiße be mine

Where we were, kinda thing, betcha crawl, all alone Rec League, I ain't payin' to ball Y'all B-string like a broke guitar And I still put it down like the family dog Yeah, I murder some, I murder one Explain it all, Ferguson We ain't gotta sing the same

We're all in, we're all in love, yeah 'Cause after the afterparty, we're gonna keep it goin' We're gonna rip it up, the neighbors might complain Monday to Sunday doing it our way RiRi on replay, cheers to the weekday Uh huh, hey, uh huh, Monday to