there's no time like the presentwith a heyday in the 
past
there's no future in it
even if the influences last
what the hell is the problem with
going out in style?
I didn't mean to smile
the devil made me do it
it's not me (don't look at me)
there's no place like the gutter
for unsanitary minds
every word ever muttered
so disturbingly divine
I can see revolution
'round the corner of my eye
I didn't mean to lie
the devil made me do it
it's not me (don't look at me)
deception
is just seeing
without depth perception
the secrets
are losing reception
we need no redemption
we've got our own way out
it's always in the first place you look
it's the oldest excuse in the book
let it go, because you know
you aint got nothing on my soul
my alibi is gold
the devil made me do it
it's not me (don't look at me)