I'm looking for a dirty job tonight
Bon Jovi is on the radio and I'm on fire
Sirens are tearing down the sky
As I drive my life is falling

Now I lay half dead
on the side of the road
When I see a cold [bad word] out of the storm
is fake or real
when I touch your skin
Open up your heart and let me in
 [bad word] away
Forget my name
It's just a memory

I'm doing this for you
'Cause we share the same [bad word] and Fractures on Murder Avenue
Correct me if I'm wrong
But your doubts are pretty strong
Why do I still bleed?
On murder avenue

I'm dealing with dangerous games tonight
I think about the bodies I'll have to hide
Remembering the days we use to smile
As I drive that world is falling

Now I'm digging the grave
The lake is watching
I'm gonna pray my lord
THey're after me
Is it fake or real
When I touch your skin
Open up your [bad word]  mouth and let me In