Lyrics Tuxedo - Triggerfinger

Tuxedo

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