carry you on my broken wings

You look ok in your tuxedo
Ready to start a fire
Driving down to casino
One hand on my thigh
One hand on your gun

You look like you lost a bet
You look like you′ve been in a fistfight
Your lips taste like blood and caramel
You spend your money like you don’t care

You say you′re not my problem
Carry you on my broken wings
You act like you’re not bothered
Carry you on my broken wings

On my broken wings
On my broken wings
On my broken wings
Ah

One hand on my thigh
One hand on your gun
You’re ready to win
And you′re ready to run
Driven by death, by sex, by luck
My baby wakes up and he grabs his gun

You look like you lost a bet
You look like you′ve been in a fistfight
Your lips taste like blood and caramel
You spend your money like you don’t care
You say you′re not my problem
Carry you on my broken wings
You act like you’re not bothered
Carry you on my broken wings

On my broken wings
On my broken wings
On my broken wings
Ah

You got the death drive
You got the lust for life
There′s something tragic
The way you make love

You got the drive drive
And your ego baby
Death drive
And your ego baby

Death drive
Death drive
Death drive
Death drive