[ Featuring Fez Llosa ]
The tables keep on turnin' round
And these guests are but ourselves
We'd be down and out, but this shit got loud
But for now we better figure things out
Right here, right now
Those lips on my mouth
Lightnin' is your spell
I'm stuck on the ground
Showed up to hell a bit overdressed
French wine and English cigarettes
Walked past the light, now I'm in the rain
Then I lose my sight and I'm home again
Right here, right now
Those lips on my mouth
Lightnin' is your spell
I'm stuck on the ground
