So you have a story to tell
Of chicks and boo's with drugs and hotels
Crazy nights spent cruising the shows behind the clubs is where they all go
With tight blue jeans and crazy long hair
Some even have their make-up to wear
Well truth be told you were really at home
Where you wrote a story alone.

You said you knew it was true
Please get me a room
I know I'm not always right
Please be gentle tonight

So formulate ideas, but please extract me
Hypothesis show us all of your theories
So what's the news, what's your story to tell
You post a blog about them burning in hell
You watch so closely tell me how do you see?
The true story for someone called "scene"

You said you knew it was true
Please get me a room
I know I'm not always right
Please be gentle tonight

So as you strap me in tight
Make accusations all night
Remember one thing that's true
I'm God loving towards you.

So please just operate on me
Cut me open and let loose slowly
Dig in but don't get hungry
Don't loose your appetite