Texty: The Icarus Line. Caviar.

Looking like she needs a miracle
Out here so late, just looking for a drug
Give her something so she can fall in love
True love hits like death from above
Let?s dance to the beat of a different drug

She wants to feel real
Let?s get protection out of thin air
We sell injection
Give me perfection

I?ll sleep on the floor
Tell them you were alone, they?ll call you a whore
Domesticated, devastated
There?s no bright side, you?ll make more
Bitch, pay for my ride