The Minor Times - Casket City Lights lyrics

So this is where bad habits go to die? "Strung out on their knees in some f**ed up alley" Yeah, that's the line, right? And you're the right girl to ask about lines, right? So old friend: meet me on the fire escape Because I've seen enough of this doomsday culture To last through the next five summer's cold wars I want to see all of your rows of teeth And who can s** the most blood Impress me Impress me No, you can never have enough of the ma**es Scared to d**h of your wrath Nobody's on the hook but somebody's gotta hang Hang Twist in the wind