All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground   The sluts stagger with their skirts hiked up right on time now   I think it's time to go home, do you wanna go home?   The disco ball is swinging low      I found my lover on the radio   She sang me songs from a long time ago      Blackout, shout it out loud   The devil's keeping time on the brake pad now   It's the music on the radio that's taking me home      When the crowd gets to spinning I can barely hold on   The liquid trash pumps through my veins and I scream the wrong song   I think I gotta go home, do you wanna go home?   So I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat      Oh, it's the garbage on the radio   I should have known   I should have fucking known      Blackout, shout it out loud   The devil's keeping time on the brake pedal now   It's the garbage on the radio that's taking me home      These so-called hit lists are nothing more than fat fuck lullabies   I've had better hits on my tongue in the park on Friday nights   If this is Victory, I'd rather listen to defeat tonight      Amirite?