amateur night

first came the scream and blood on the floor

the alcohol and magazines

in my flashlight you were a star

a razor blade 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 picking up the phone

i ain't finished yet