Lyrics

Where does it even come from Oh, this manic light That awakens you In the middle of the night Drives this fear of dying on the vine again Like a clergyman from the sticks Who found Satan sixty-nineing Sucking dicks In a motel room in Kansas City I had an epiphany Watching infomercials Of normal people scream I'll never satisfy my growing need for speed It's why I walk all day and night And cry myself to sleep I wanna shop Until I drop I wanna shop Until I drop I wanna shop Until I-- [instrumental] I wanted to write you The prettiest song in the world But I got distracted The wildfires over Burbank I wanted to write you The prettiest song in the world But I got distracted So I didn't