The Strip lyrics

Disaster strikes again
Every third refrain
Don’t you hate the band?
I’ll tell you what I think

I met a guy online
Drugs and tonic wine
I am betting everything on you
I’ll tell you what, I’ll drink
To us

I’m not here for good
I’m here for bad

I have got to do this now and do it well
Payment for a murder
Straight to hell
But that’s not the only way
Down there

Honey, please get off the gram
Chilli scorch, ironside
Your only fan face down in the mud
Difficult stuff

Silence
It’s just silence
When a body
Becomes lifeless
We’re his children
The almighty
Happenstance, and
Debt collectors
This casino
Built on losers
And their secrets
And their wishes come undone
But Jesus, it was fun
But it’s a lot to take on board
Disaster what’s more
Inward we face
My boys and their murderous ways
London is red
Outward we waste
He killed a man E10 LA
Death by middle age

But I’ll be gone before then
My friends
I’ll be gone before then
My friends