I've got plans, operator can I talk to God?   I plan on never ever waking up from this   After all the fights are over, we're just another day older   I've been going on weeks without sleep   And God, I might need another drink before   the night runs out   Before we all wind down   Before the night runs out   Before we all unwind     I've got my heart in my mouth   I'm speaking the beat   I've got my shoes on the floor   I'm moving my feet     I remember the night   The street lights shine on the corner store   Closed before about a quarter to four   Just enough time for us to score   Another dime before we all unwind   That I really don't need tonight   I'm just an overrated boy   With too much on my mind     And I'm dressed to kill   You're always dressed to thrill   And I'm dressed to kill   You always dress to take my breath away