Detroit

I sit by the telephone Listen to them groaning through the walls From the ceiling, a rhythmic thrust I give my girl a call, give her my worst Pass it on Pass it on Pass it on A faint murmur of pillow talk Keeps me awake with all that tick-tock, tick-tock It's not my fault you're so depressed Oh, no need to get all upset Pass it on Pass it on Pass it on The sleepless nights I've had I feel insane But with you around I pass the buck I must have pissed off God No more groaning, no more fights I witnessed your escape Everyone leaves, you're all the same I'm not to blame

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 08, 2026