Nasty Habits

They look at us and wonder
If we are insane
Bodies bound in leather
The pleasure and the pain
Laughin, drinkin', drivin',
Tearin' up the night
We’ll be six feet under
Before the morning light
Nasty Habits, Nasty Habits
We bite the hand that feeds
Nasty Habits, Nasty Habits
Love to watch it bleed
We got used to your leers
And your snide remarks