(How low, low, low can you go, go, go, go) (If I sold, sold, sold you my soul) Sometimes I’m sick and tired I look for an alibi The thrill just gets me high I start to fantasize ‘Bout how to vandalize That’s when I realize We can take it even deeper than we thought Let’s get lost, get lost, won’t get caught, get caught Riding up the tower, ‘bout...Learn More