All alone in the traffic  all sense of the game is long gone  mouth twisted up and lips like coal  tired of spinning you get anything you want    we don't have to be lovers  we don't have to be friends for no one  black souls inthe desert  heads spinning you get anything you want    chorus:  back down to the glorious #1  my prints all over the smoking gun  back down to the glorious #1  all lines to the living are now undone   back down to the glorious #1    her fingers felt like a fire  her skin's shifting  the words are so clear  left a burning desire  one flash will get you anything you want    chorus    repeat chorus