Detroit

Lyrics for Detroit

I sit by my telephone Listen to them groaning Through the walls From the ceiling, a rhythmic thrust I give my girl a call, give her my worst Pass it on Pass it on Pass it on A faint murmur of pillow talk Keeps me awake With all that "tick tock, tick tock" It's not my fault you're so depressed Oh no need to get all upset Pass it on Pass it on Pass it on Pass it on The sleepless nights I've had, I feel insane But with you around, I pass the buck I must have pissed off God No more groaning, no more thuds I witnessed your escape Everyone leaves, you're all the same I'm not to blame