All the traffic, all sense of the game is long goneMouth twisted up, lips like coalTires spinning, you'll get anything you wantWe don't have to be loversWe don't have to be friends for no oneBlack souls in the desertHead spinning, you'll get anything you wantI'm back down to the glorious number oneMy prints all over the smoking gunI'm back down to the glorious number oneAll eyes to the living and now I'm doneI'm back down to the glorious number oneFingers felt like a fireSkin shifted and words are so clearLeft a burning desireOne flash will get you anything you wantI'm back down to the glorious number oneMy prints all over the smoking gunI'm back down to the glorious number oneAll eyes to the living and now I'm doneI'm back down to the glorious numberThe glorious number oneI'm back down to the glorious number oneMy prints all over the smoking gunI'm back down to the glorious number oneAll eyes to the living and now I'm doneI'm back down to the gloriousIt's back down to the glorious numberI'm right down to the glorious numberThe glorious number oneThe glorious number one