Exile on Mainline (remix by Halo Black)

Hundred dollar demon in my pocket
And a scrape in the hole
Digging up a bruise that darkens
Calibrated to go

Down down down
And your grip is slipping
Down down down
And the page is ripping

Wasting the world away
At the bite of your touch
The wash of the passing days seeping out
Doesn't matter that much
Drowning out... no sound, pouring out upon the ground
Raining down... the drain

Down down down
Morning shakes and you're fadin' away
Down, down, slowly down
Metal stress and it's shearing away

Round and around and around to the ground
And I'm stumbling, tripping
Down... jerk around
And the record's skipping...
Skipping, skipping, skipping
And the record's skipping