Triggerfinger - Tuxedo lyrics

Lots of speed but no control Straight down the gutter, straight down the hole Like strangers who know each other very well Just for your or my distraction Cripple any form of human interaction Slowly losing your ability to talk All tuxedoed up Lots of speed but no control A desperate desperado on parole This is your selection of the finest Peel back the foil, the searchlight is on You're diggin' in, all brakes are gone Totally numb, to this obscene violence All tuxedoed up Round & round & round We share and we confess Round & round & round A little deeper in distress All dolled up, let's hit the screen Who's the daddy, who's the king I'm fed up with all this Wi-fi-high-fiving God owns your head the devil has your balls But you're still the one making the calls Selling all our joy and all your living All tuxedoed up Round & round & round We dare and we profess Round after round after round A little deeper in distress All tuxedoed up Round after round after round We curse and we caress Round after round after round A little deeper in this mess