Falcon - Blackout lyrics

All the bottles and the ashes blanket the ground The s*uts stagger out with their skirts hiked up, right on time now I think it's time to go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!) 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 get's to spinning I can barely hold on The liquid trash flows through my veins and I scream the wrong song I think I gotta go home. Do you wanna go home? (whoa!) So, I'll stomp to the beat, yeah I'll stomp to the beat of the...Oh Oh, it's the garbage on the radio. I should have known I should have f*cking known Blackout! Shout it out loud. The Devil's keeping time on the gas pedal now It's the garbage on the radio that's taking home These so called hit lists are nothing more that fat f*ck lullabies Man, 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 Am I right?