The Stars Of Amateur Hour

Sometimes recovering takes half a day
Then lips get red the lights go down and all the kiddies come out to play

Well just a little skin
it keeps them coming back
For just a little sin
it's how you look not how you act

A drunken sprawl reclaims these streets most every night
To search and destroy a chosen few who thought they might get out alive

Well just a little skin
it keeps them coming back
For just a little sin
hey no matter what price it exacts

You pay your dues on battered lips and broken themes
Your little scenes played out in bars
Well welcome to the grownup world it's time you learned We are the stars of amateur
hour

A certain inept licentiousness an artless Gluttony for squalid nights and heated promises
Well just a little skin but it brings us crawling back For just a little sin
yeah we all want it like that