Full moon

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