Six Feet of Dirt Would Look Great on You, Love

Come on inside
It's cold out tonight
You look kinda shy
Would a drink be nice?
Did the hair dye spill all over the shelf?
Did you tear those fishnets by yourself?
Do you make up half the stories you tell?
Do you really like the way that cigarette felt?

Move your feet to the beat
Of my rock and roll machine
I feed off the heat from the chaos in your scene
So come on, bring a friend
Don't you dare pretend
That you would ever let this feeling end

Coming back in focus
Haven't you noticed?
You still don't know
Who you're trying to take home
One to take the pain away
And another to make all the fun mistakes
You're an animal, baby, didn't you say?
Why you so afraid of being cliche?

Move your feet to the beat
Of my rock and roll machine
I feed off the heat from the chaos in your scene
So come on, bring a friend
Don't you dare pretend
That you would ever let this feeling end

Come on darlin, realize
See it through your blurred eyes
Some time back you crossed the line
You became all your lies