I Got Washed Up On An Island In Memphis

I Got Wasted In A Longbeach Bungalow

I Took Out Your Assassins On A Plateau Drunk With Poison

I'm Hell-bent On Doing The Things You Love

I'm Hell-bent On Doing The Things You Love



You Got Lipstick, You Got Velvet, You Got Nitrous

You've Got The Symbol Of The Devil On Your Glove

I Got One Too Many Vices, You've Got Two Too Many Charms

I'm Hell-bent On Doing The Things You Love

I'm Hell-bent On Doing The Things You Love



I'm Full-time Butane Fire

(you Got Me Leaping Through The Flames Of Madness)

I'm Eight-lane

Road Rage Driver (I'm A Wolf For You)

And Every Night's A Full Moon



We've Stolen The Plans For The Future

We've Destabilised The Government Of Love

We're Safer Not Together

We're Lethal When Apart

We're Hell-bent On Doing The Things We Love

We're Hell-bent On Doing The Things We Love

We're Hell-bent On Doing The Things We Love



I'm Full-time Butane Fire

(you Got Me Leaping Through The Flames Of Madness)

I'm Eight-lane

Road Rage Driver (I'm A Wolf For You)

And Every Night's A Full Moon