Who's gonna take me home? Well, I can't drive, I can't walk And I'm a little too high to crawl I'll hold up this wall Till I come down or the room stops spinnin' Yeah, who's gonna take me home? Bartender's sittin'' them shots on the bar Those last two

Your heaven's trying everything To break me down 'Cause it's almost like And I can't seem to find my way home To keep me out Your heavens trying everything Another day in this carnival of souls Another nights ends, end as quickly as it goes The memories

Who looked like a girlfriend That I had in February of last year It's not confidential I've got potential Rushing, rushing around Cause heaven ain't close in a place like this I said heaven ain't close in a place like this Bring it back down, bring it

I'm gonna spend it all (all) Why wait for another day (day) I'ma take all this money I own (own) And blow it all away (way) 'Cause I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone No I can't take it when I'm gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone No I

I can put on a show, I can put on a show Don't you see what you're finding? This is heaven in hiding, oh This is heaven in hiding And when you start to feel the rush A crimson headache, aching blush And you surrender to the touch, you'll know And when

Everything black, I don't want black I want everything black, I ain't need black Some white some black, I ain't mean black I want everything black Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean I'm African-American, I'm African You hate me

It don't hurt as bad as it used to Crashed the car again, goddamn Break my heart again, goddamn I don't have no friends, goddamn I'm a loner 'til the end, goddamn I admit girl, yeah, I just used you I admit this not what I'm used to Oh, my last girl left

We're a disaster, yeah you know it's true All of my friends, I love my friends We've got each other, don't need no others We're a disaster All my friends are, they're on vacation But I'm just stuck here in this parking lot Well, looking for a mirror, I'm

'Neath the neon cross and a string of Christmas lights It's good to be back again, oh, me and my old friends Jesus and Elvis, painted on velvet Hanging at the bar here every night Lola built this joint in sixty-seven And her boy went out to fight on

We are never ever, ever getting back together But oh, this time I'm telling you, I'm telling you You go talk to your friends, talk to my friends, talk to me But we are never ever, ever, ever getting back together We! Are never ever, ever getting back