I've got plans, operator can I talk to God?

I plan on never ever waking up from this

After all the fights are over, we're just another day older

I've been going on weeks without sleep

And God, I might need another drink before

the night runs out

Before we all wind down

Before the night runs out

Before we all unwind



I've got my heart in my mouth

I'm speaking the beat

I've got my shoes on the floor

I'm moving my feet



I remember the night

The street lights shine on the corner store

Closed before about a quarter to four

Just enough time for us to score

Another dime before we all unwind

That I really don't need tonight

I'm just an overrated boy

With too much on my mind



And I'm dressed to kill

You're always dressed to thrill

And I'm dressed to kill

You always dress to take my breath away