Bible Of The Devil - Can't Turn Off The Sun lyrics

You're turning off your phone, going out alone To that single's hell You gotta find that dame who will play a game Of 'Chicago Show & Tell' Are you feelin' high? To get a night of sin when your wallet's thin It's a tough sell Turning water into wine Trying all your best lines Only blowin' out your dome You probably should go home Wish I could turn off the sun But your night has just begun! You see the fine young la** with the touch of cla**, says "You gotta come with me We can go cross-town and have some fun If you know what I mean" She was lookin' high! What are you gonna choose? What have you got to lose? Now you abdicate the throne You finally got this girl alone, she says "Can you turn them lights down low?" "Honey, I don't think so!" I can't turn off the sun 'Bout as close as I have come You're so far away from home And you're walking back alone Wednesday morning coming down Curse the sun and curse this town God-damn