too good at raising hell

The Struts

Designer suits, Gucci gloves, Chelsea boots
All my demons are cocaine-fueled electric cool
Sugar tooth, caramel, silky smooth
Diving into Clase Azul swimming pools
Sex so good make the neighbors smoke a cigarette
But I m still bored to death

Think I m getting too good, too good at raising hell
But I m wearing it well
I m getting too good, too good at raising hell
Oh, I m ringing the bell

I run a hotel without any beds
Run a catwalk without any threads
Driving myself right into the storm
Burning my cash to keep myself warm
Staying at the party when everyone s l?ft
What a good life, I m living my best
I m still bored to d?ath

Think I m getting too good, too good at raising hell
But I m wearing it well
I m getting too good, too good at raising hell
Oh, I m ringing the bell
It s a little too easy, getting harder to please me
I know you re starving to feed me, you know that you need me
I m getting too good, too good at raising hell

Think I m getting too good, too good at raising hell
But I m wearing it well
I m getting too good, too good at raising hell
I m ringing the bell
It s a little too easy, getting harder to please me
I know you re starving to feed me, you know that you need me
I m getting too good, too good at raising hell

Oh, yeah
Too good

Ah, we are, babe