Detroit

I sit by my telephone

Listen to them groaning through the walls

From the ceiling, a rhythmic thrust

I give my girl a call, give her my worst

Pass it on

Pass it on

Pass it on

A faint murmur of pillow talk

Keeps me awake with all that tick-tock, tick-tock

It's not my fault you're so depressed

Oh, no need to get all upset

Pass it on

Pass it on

Pass it on

Pass it on

The sleepless nights I've had

I feel insane

But with you around

I pass the buck

I must have pissed off God

No more groaning, no more thuds

I witnessed your escape

Everyone leaves, you're all the same

I'm not to blame