It's the same goddamn post punk band at the club like every weekend
I can't wrap my head around the singer or her shaved head hair-do
It's the same f*cking set and drugs like every weekend
I'm your angel with a bad hangover and you're the devil with an indie girl pixie cut
I think I'm losing my head, my heart, my brain, my body, my soul
I'm losing I'm losing I'm losing control, my head, my head, my heart
My heart, my brain, my body, my body, my soul, control
Oh yeah
AAAAAHHHHH