Vice - Lisbon

First of all

I hit the wall

Addicted to addiction

Thinking I had it all

You cry some more

I drop the ball

I got the devil in my pocket

And he’s whispering

What’s your vice?

You’ve got me drinking 'till I’m sober

Making love 'till it’s over

You’ve got me thinking on what’s your vice?

What’s your vice?

What’s your vice?

You know

My body so long

This pessimistic vision gives me enough to hold on

(What's your vice?)

While we’re gone

You dropped the bomb

I got the devil in my pocket

And he’s whispering