VICE

Never unheard.
The clock keeps ticking, a steady chime,
My soul is spicking through borrowed time.
They say stop it now, turn around,
But this feeling somehow can't be unbound.
A tangled web, a golden chain,
I gotta air through sun and rain.
Vice, vice, baby, you got me maybe.
Vice, vice, baby, drives me crazy.
Vice, vice, oh my—kiss the world goodbye.
Vice, vice, baby, you got me maybe.
Vice, vice, baby, drives me crazy.