I see you kissing yourself in the mirror now   And I can tell that you like what you see   I heard you talking all night to the pyramids   I caught you sucking the life out of me, hey      I think you ought to check all your messages   You better pray to your Gods in the sky   I hope you reach in your pocket for a miracle   Because you're going somewhere when you die      Now keep in touch with the soul of disaster   Because it's gonna come down so hard      I was smoking on a cigarette   I was waiting on a plane   When I saw reality just go down the drain   Climbing up the minarets   Hiding in the den   That 4-Way Diablo is coming back again   Oh, you've met me, now what have you done   You've killed all the flowers   You've killed off the sun   I was smoking on a cigarette   I was waiting on a plane   That 4-Way Diablo is coming back again      I can't hear myself, I'm so far away   I can't hear myself, I'm so far away      You're smoking on a cigarette   You're waiting on a plane   When I saw reality just go down the drain   Climbing up the minarets   Hiding in the den   That 4-Way Diablo is coming back again   Oh, you've met me, now what have you done   You've killed all the flowers   You've killed off the sun   Smoking on a cigarette   Waiting on a plane   That 4-Way Diablo is coming out again