I feel voyeuristic
Sado-masochistic
My thoughts are twisted
Grab her by the hair and twist it
I'm bigger, better
She's faster, wetter
It's bombs away
When we're together
I can't slow down now
My wheels are on fire
No, I can't stop now
Got no tread on the tire
I'm sin city slipping
In the desert tripping
Put me on a list
I'm finished with all of your nonsense