Zigzag my way through a Saturday night Look in the cupboard Winks and Smiles Put me down if my skins turns crimson Other me is my soul's seedy underbelly Shit Wait Shift My my my it's hurting me bad Talent for wrath What the fuck are you looking at? Stop whining and I'll take you to the top Take the good with the bad Get 'em with your winks and smiles Get 'em with your winks and smiles Broken arm later, all in disfavor Phone blowing up from cross-dressed stranger Squeezes my shoulders, comfort washes over A constant whisper in my ear There, now My my my some good timing Always wise to roll the dice with me Toss aside virtues, go vice Oh quit your whining and I'll take you to the top Take the good with the bad Get 'em with your winks and smiles God help me