"Detroit" lyrics

I sit by my telephone
Listen to them groaning through the walls
From the ceiling, a rhythmic thrust
I give my girl a call, give her my worst

Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on

A faint murmur of pillow talk
Keeps me awake with all that tick-tock, tick-tock
It's not my fault you're so depressed
Oh, no need to get all upset

Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on
Pass it on

The sleepless nights I've had
I feel insane

But with you around
I pass the buck

I must have pissed off God
No more groaning, no more thuds
I witnessed your escape
Everyone leaves, you're all the same
I'm not to blame