Woke up with a glass lung To go along with my lead tongue Face down on the back stairs Bottles everywhere
Time bomb on the main street Broken love in the backseat I stare from the window At the world below
If I could cut these ties Leave all these sins behind me I’d be a better man, better man, better man
I need a new ritual I need a new ritual I need a new ritual I need a new ritual
One more sip of whiskey To go along with my chipped teeth Curled up on the front lawn To forget she’s gone
Burn down like a maestro I’m American psycho I sleep on the concrete Now I need
I need a new ritual I need a new ritual I need a new ritual I need a new ritual
Lord knows I’ve felt this way before Way too many times, broken on the floor If I could break these chains Leave my past behind me I'd be a better man, better man, better man
I need a new ritual I need a new ritual I need a new ritual I need a new ritual
