From the back seat of a stolen car
To the back door of a sleazy bar
You're a victim of circumstance

Pre-Chorus:
You must see what it feels like
You must see what it feels like
What it looks like

Chorus:
'Cause you know, you know
You've got a dead heart
I always said
It's gonna tear us apart
When the devil comes
He'll wear your face
'Cause you know, you know
You've got a dead heart

From the front room of a penthouse
To the bedroom of a whore house
You're evicted with nowhere to go
Nowhere to go

Repeat Pre-Chorus and Chorus

No way out

They must see what it looks like
They must see what it looks like
They must see what it feels like

Repeat Chorus

You've got a dead heart
You've got a dead heart
You've got a dead heart
You've got a dead heart