lo/hi

black keys, the

out on a limb in the wind of a hurricane

down at the bar like a star in the howling rain

nobody to love you

nobody to care

if you got nobody to hug you

no one to answer your prayer

you get low

then high

you get low

low

high

high

low

one at a time

get in line for the masquerade

drink 'til you cry and you're lying in the mess you made

nobody to love you

nobody to care

nobody to drug you

no one to hold back your hair

you get low

then high

you get low

low

high

high

low

you get low

then high

you get low

low

high

high

low

low

high

high

low

low

high

high

low