All alone in the traffic All sense of the game is long gone Mouth twisted up and lips like coal Tired of spinning you get anything you want
We don’t have to be lovers We don’t have to be friends for no one Black souls in the desert Heads spinning you get anything you want
Back down to the glorious #1 My prints all over the smoking gun Back down to the glorious #1 All lines to the living are now undone Back down to the glorious #1
Her fingers felt like a fire Her skin’s shifting The words are so clear Left a burning desire One flash will get you anything you want
Back down to the glorious #1 My prints all over the smoking gun Back down to the glorious #1 All lines to the living are now undone Back down to the glorious, glorious #1
Back down to the glorious #1 My prints all over the smoking gun Back down to the glorious #1 All lines to the living are now undone Back down to the glorious Back down to the glorious # Back down to the glorious, the glorious #1