You could pull the trigger
You bought a ticket to the one place that I won't be goin' to visit
You got your demons
It will go down easy
It will go down easy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
You got your demons
And your fancy wine
And you'll end the strife
Now I stare right through you
Yeah, I got the news, you had the blues
If you spread a line
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
And your wasted life
And your wasted life
And your fancy wine
What the fuck were you thinking of?
You got your demons
But the world still waits for you, throw yourself right through it
And you'll end the strife, you could
You got the weight of all that's left you on your shoulder
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
If you spread a line, spread a line
You could pull the trigger
And your wasted life
You got your demons
You could pull the trigger
And you'll end the strife
Ooh, ooh, ooh
You got your demons
