you're next

you've got black hair that floats like a river, as it falls down the back of your neck, but your heart is so cold that i shiver, and your trail is a graveyard of wrecks, and your act is all smoke and mirrors, and the crowd's getting wise to your tricks, you better move it along to the next little song, 'cause the air is getting thick as a brick, and time wears everybody down in the end, and honey you know you're next, yeah the devil takes every one of us in the end, and honey you know you're next, you've got stars of the night in your eyes, that send chills down a crippled mans spine, but there's blood on your hands from the hopefuls that died, and there's a black hole inside your mind, honey that's just how my thoughts run, in this dark and depressing old night, as i sit here alone by the disconnected phone, and listen to the neighbours that fight, yeah that time catches up with us all in the end, and honey you know you're next, yeah the devil takes every one of us in the end, and honey, you know you're next, yeah honey, you know you're next