Fire's rage down in the north 
Hell is here, what a source 
Man lost his little machine 
Hair and bone and Maybelline 
Then you go for your one shot 
To where you are 

Bad vibes, from love on the side
It made her bleed, but he'll confide 
Mirrors are hard to come by 
Eyes are closed and hands are tied 
Then you go for your one shot 
To where you are 

Oh what you need, so guaranteed 
Oh what you need, so guaranteed 

Love comes like a Kennedy curse 
The victim's role is well rehearsed
You can paint over any mistake 
But you can't remove the original fake 
Then you go for your one shot 
To where you are, where you are 

Oh what you need, so guaranteed 
Oh what you need, so guaranteed 

Oh what you need, so guaranteed
No
Oh what you need, it's a guarantee
Oh what you need, so guaranteed
No
Oh what you need, it's a guarantee
Oh, oh, oh... 
So guaranteed