Intergalactic Casanova - One Morning Left

Anything or anyone for a price

Name a target, hit the night

Do you want to push your luck?

Do you want to push your luck?

You will end up dead or moonstruck honey

Any place or anytime, roll the dice

Neon hell or paradise

Do you want to push your luck?

Cause when the deal is struck

Do not stand between the man and the money

Intergalactic Casanova

Riding the wave of a supernova

No amount of heads, no amount of hearts

Will bring you back into my arms

They don’t make lovers like they used to

They don’t make gunners like they used to

From a filthy hole they call a town

I found love

I found my mark

Death is riding

Death is riding on my shoulder

I’m on your trail

I’m on your trail

And I’m getting closer to you

To hell with all that needless empathy

It don’t matter to me

Do you wanna push your luck

Do you wanna push your luck

You’ll be staring at the end of a barrel

Move aside, mind your business, or you’ll die

Even my stare petrifies

Do you wanna push your luck?

'Cause when the deal is struck

Do not stand between the man and the money

Intergalactic Casanova

Riding the wave of a supernova

No amount of heads, no amount of hearts

Will bring you back into my arms

They don’t make lovers like they used to

They don’t make gunners like they used to

From a filthy hole they call a town

I found love

I found my mark

Death is riding

Death is riding on my shoulder

I’m on your trail

I’m on your trail

And I’m getting closer to you

Death is riding

Death is riding on my shoulder

I’m on your trail

I’m on your trail

And I’m getting closer to you