Fire's rage down in the north
Hell is here, what a source
Man lost his little machine
Hair and bone and Maybelline
Then you go for your one shot
To where you are
Bad vibes, from love on the side
It made her bleed, but he'll confide
Mirrors are hard to come by
Eyes are closed and hands are tied
Then you go for your one shot
To where you are
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Love comes like a Kennedy curse
The victim's role is well rehearsed
You can paint over any mistake
But you can't remove the original fake
Then you go for your one shot
To where you are, where you are
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
No
Oh what you need, it's a guarantee
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
No
Oh what you need, it's a guarantee
Oh, oh, oh...
So guaranteed
