God of the Devils, God of the Devils Sinner rider, rides in with the storm The devil rides beside him The devil is his god, God help you mourn Do you, do you hear it, do you hear the thunder Deafen every living thing about Can you, can you see it, can

I'm running out of patience to be fucking with this now You better believe me when I say this now I'm packing up my nightmares and I'll be on my way You better find me some time when you have more to say

Do you believe that this ain't meant to be? Follow this feeling, come find it with me We're dreaming, we're chasing Memory makin' Bottle-up the moment Living like you own it Writing our story Yeah-ehh, yea-ehh I wanna take your hand, put it in mine

Me han dicho un par de cosas de ti por ahí Dime si es verdad, dime si es verdad Dicen que te mata la curiosidad De que estás loca por estar encima de mí No puedes disimular Te pones muy sentimental, yeah Si te doy la oportunidad Como media me vas a virar

Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night I had so much champagne up in the club And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home So would you take me

It's been killing me all night long, and I wonder It's the end of the night, and I'm thinking you might Wanna leave the bar, park the car, turn into porn stars Hey, hey, hey, hey Damn shorty Look at you I'm saying man Is it just me or you got too much

Oh, yeah, my ambition as a rider My ambition as a rider Yeah, it's my ambition as a rider Oh, yeah, its my ambition as a rider Hey, it's my ambition as a rider Rolling, joking, smoking, thinking how I got here Looking, loading toasters, pussy you was not

Laisse-moi, avant que je m’en aille, Comme le mot amour, elle répondit, Prendre le mort aux dents, Rester m’étouffe et m’étouffera toujours, Comme le mot amour, comme le mot amour, Comme le mot amour, il répondit, Cesse de courir, de but en blanc, du coq

'Cause that's perfect to me Don't feel like putting makeup on my cheeks Do what I wanna Love every single part of my body Top to the bottom I'm not a supermodel from a magazine I'm okay with not being perfect ' Cause that's perfect to me No matter where

Gimme that night fever, night fever We know how to do it We know how to show it And that sweet city woman Controlling my mind and my soul When you reach out for me Yeah, and the feelin' is right Then I get night fever, night fever