"Dealing With Demons" lyrics

We're gonna be out all night, 'til the morning comes
'Til the early light, that's right!
After the witching hour and the stroke of three
You're dead to me, no memory!
I'm in a don't-fuck-with-me mood once again
Nothing left to lose, nothing to win
I'll never cut and run, just too far gone
I'll never cut and run!

This city is full of disease
Leave your body and blood on the streets

Twelfth hour dealing with demons
Looking for my way to appease them
Left beside, lost case
Around here, we call you "two-faced"!

There's a new destination, though I'm too far gone
Guess I'll tag along
There's nothing wrong!
It's a Hollywood night
A fucking funeral flight
Let's not lose sight, whet the appetite
Nothing left to lose, nothing left to win
I'm in a don't-fuck-with-me mood once again
Nothing left to lose, nothing to win
I'll never cut and run, just too far gone
I'll never cut and run!

This city is full of disease
Leave your body in blood on the streets

Twelfth hour dealing with demons
Looking for my way to appease them
Left beside, lost case
Around here, we call you "two-faced"!

There seems to be some misunderstanding
If you're on the fence, I'll knock you off
There seems to be some misunderstanding
You play both sides, and it's getting fucking old

Twelfth hour dealing with demons
Looking for my way to appease them
Left beside, lost case
Around here, we call you "two-faced"!
Around here, we call you "two-faced"!