Amateur Night

first came the screams and blood on the floor
the alcohol & magazines
in my flashlight, you're a star
razorblade that cuts you clean

smile for the camera
take off that dress
twenty dollars for a kiss

it's me who made you
it's me who will take you

i am not an evil man
i just have a habit i can't kick
it starts with an urge and ends with this
hang up the phone, i ain't finished yet