Glorious #1 - Remy Zero

All alone in the traffic

All sense of the game is long gone

Mouth twisted up and lips like coal

Tired of spinning, you get anything you want

We don’t have to be lovers

We don’t have to be friends for no one

Black souls in the desert

Heads spinning, you get anything you want

Back down to the Glorious #1

My prints all over the smoking gun

Back down to the Glorious #1

All lines to the living are now undone

Back down to the Glorious #1

Her fingers felt like a fire

Her skin’s shifting, the words are so clear

Left a burning desire

One flash will get you anything you want

Back down to the Glorious #1

My prints all over the smoking gun

Back down to the Glorious #1

All lines to the living are now undone

Back down to the Glorious #1

Back down to the Glorious #1

My prints all over the smoking gun

Back down to the Glorious #1

All lines to the living are now undone

Back down to the Glorious #1