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