🎵 "THIRST FOR TROUBLE" 🎵 [Intro] (Dirty, driving garage-punk riff with a fast, stomping beat) [Verse 1] I slipped through your window on a bat-black night A taste for the reckless and a craving for spite You thought I was charming, you thought I was sweet ‘Til I bared my sharp teeth and got up in your seat [Pre-Chorus] You can clutch your silver, hang your garlic high But you can’t resist the look in my eye… [Chorus] THIRST FOR TROUBLE! BLOOD-RED LIPS! I’LL LEAVE A MARK THAT NEVER QUITS! I DON’T SLEEP—I DON’T PLAY NICE— I AM YOUR WORST MIDNIGHT DEVICE! [Verse 2] I don’t need a coffin, I don’t need a cape Just a back-alley shadow and a great escape Your pulse is my rhythm, your neck is my goal I’m taking a bite out of losing control [Guitar Break] (Rapid, distorted guitar riff—no vocals, pure instrumental) [Bridge] You think the sunrise’ll be my defeat? Honey—I don’t ever retreat I thrive in the chaos, I rule the dark You were mine right from the start [Final Chorus] THIRST FOR TROUBLE! BLOOD-RED LIPS! I’LL LEAVE A MARK THAT NEVER QUITS! I DON’T SLEEP—I DON’T PLAY NICE— I AM YOUR WORST! MIDNIGHT! DEVICE! [Outro] (Music cuts with a sharp hiss and one last snare hit—no vocal)
