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All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground The sluts stagger with their skirts hiked up right on time now I think it's time to go home, do you wanna go home? The disco ball is swinging low I found my lover on the radio She sang me songs from a long time ago Blackout, shout it out loud The devil's keeping time on the brake pad now It's the music on the radio that's taking me home When the crowd gets to spinning I can barely hold on Letras de cancionesThe liquid trash pumps through my veins and I scream the wrong song I think I gotta go home, do you wanna go home? So I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat Oh, it's the garbage on the radio I should have known I should have fucking known Blackout, shout it out loud The devil's keeping time on the brake pedal now It's the garbage on the radio that's taking me home These so-called hit lists are nothing more than fat fuck lullabies I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights If this is Victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight Amirite? From Letras Mania