What He's Used To Lyrics

Turn around

Make way for the hellhound

Low lights in a slaughterhouse

Where he's headed downtown

Undercover always looking like somebody else

Nothing matters so long as he sedates himself

Girls like pistols in his fists at night

A lucid killer with a gentle knife

All his lovers burn just like candy on his tongue

And it's a taste that he can't shake loose

Loves the feel of a beautiful casualty

He's got nothing to do but use

Just to feel new

It's what he's used to

Just to feel new

It's what he's used to

What a thrill

To kill or to be killed

They ask him if he'll do them in

He says he won't but he will

In the morning he's a fugitive up on the run

It's a feeling he'll take from almost anyone

Deep down he knows that it's not right

As he craves the rush of the next time

All his lovers burn just like candy on his tongue

And it's a taste that he can't shake loose

Loves the feel of a beautiful casualty

He's got nothing to do but use

Just to feel new

It's what he's used to

Just to feel new

It's what he's used to