ATM Disaster Scenes - Into It. Over It.

On an evening after news like that

I can hardly tell what mood you’re in

Or keep track of what time it is

Between photo opportunities and ATM disaster scenes

Your secret’s safe with me

But, you’re blacked out

You’re blacked out from what you know

How will you get home?

Oh, no

Take me by the wrist

Singing songs I’ve sang before

Liquid inebriation spilling on to the Khyber’s floor

You’ve saved your last dance for me

The best left over from the roughest week

But, you’re blacked out

You’re blacked out from what you know

How will you get home?

But, you’re blacked out

(How will you get home?)

But, you’re blacked out

(How will you get home?)

But, you’re blacked out

(How will you get home?)

But, you’re blacked out

(How will you get home?)