1. |
Best Shot
03:13
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Would you like to go outside
Soft lips and big blue eyes
Boy, i wont ask you twice
We’re going to start a fight
Push me against the wall
I’ll kick you until you fall
You’ll have a fist full of hair
While i pretend that i’m scared
A bottle of tequila just went dry
Rolling on the floor
See baby i’m on top
Bring out your guns
Stand up straight (you gotta stand up straight)
Hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Slap me once i slap you back
Table’s breaking
… heavy breath
Heart racing on my chest
And screaming loud
I will get you dead
Blood is spilling out
My fist shuts your mouth
Hold my wrists, oh boy, you’re getting hot
Rolling on the floor
Baby i’m still on top
Bring out your guns
Stand up straight
Hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot, baby
Hit me with your best shot
Bring out your guns
Stand up straight
Hit me with your best shot
Hit me with your best shot
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2. |
Golden Pills
03:42
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They say you have to chose
The more i add the more i loose
Put my fake smile every day
Have to do it for the money
Disapointment in the crowd
Business people screaming loud
In silence so they can fit
Am i the only one who hates this shit?
I hate this shit
Gotta make it through the day
Work like slave in a job i hate
Put my fake smile every day
Have to do it for the money
Buy that car, that house, that dress
Meanwhile my head is a mess
Am I the only one who hates this shit?
Am I the only one who hates this shit?
I hate this shit
Sold my soul just to buy more gold
And my future is still on hold
Diamond rings and hearts turn rust
With all the hate and all the lust
With all the hate and all the lust
They say you have to live
The more they take the more i give
Coffee breaks and golden pills
Smoking hands and big black heels
Am i the only one who hates this shit?
Am i the only one who hates this shit?
I hate this shit
Gotta make it through the day
Work like slave in a job i hate
Put my fake smile every day
Have to do it for the money
Buy that car, that house, that dress
Meanwhile my head is a mess
Am I the only one who hates this shit?
Am I the only one who hates this shit?
I hate this shit
Sold my soul just to buy more gold
And my future is still on hold
Diamond rings and hearts turn rust
With all the hate and all the lust
With all the hate and all the lust
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3. |
Blue Lights
03:15
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Grab your long red coat
And a scarf around your troat
We’re going on a jurney
We’re going to see the snow
Put your big black boots
Your winter cap too
We’ll walk for miles and miles
And follow all the lights
We’re running out of time
Make it silently and quick
Please bring that bottle of wine
It will keep our body heat
Promisse i’ll get you there
You don’t need to be scared
When they notice we’re gone
It will already be dawn
We’ll run and drive and hide
You’ll probably have to lie
But what’s the truth worth for
Behind 4 walls and a closed door
We’re running out of time
Make it silently and quick
Please bring that bottle of wine
It will keep our body heat
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4. |
Good Liar
04:19
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Can I call a witness?
I had planned nothing
But every detail was right
The hand that feeds me
So hard I tried not to bite
Can I call a witness?
No proof will save me now
I need somebody to volunteer
To prove my innocence
And lie with no trace of fear
Say I’m guilty of nothing
To the ones I can’t deceive
I will trust in a good liar
To make them believe
Can I call a witness?
I had planned nothing
But every detail was right
Will you make me pay
For the one thing that made them cry
Can I call a witness now?
Is he mine or yours to believe?
I need somebody so full of lies
To prove them wrong cause
I’m a devil with angel’s eyes
Say I’m guilty of nothing
To the ones I can’t deceive
I will trust in a good liar
To make them believe
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5. |
Run Or Fade Away
03:12
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Run, run, I must run
Racing pulse and boiling blood
Wearing my heart on my sleeves
So wolves take turns digging in
Run, run, and don't ever pause
There's nothing left behind
Not a mother's loving kiss
Nor a father's helping hand
Run, run, and the air seems thicker
Flooding lungs and helpless gasps
One more step, and then another
One more not to get dragged down
Run, run, wade through this ocean
of nameless faces and empty grins
Statues that come to life every now and then
To take another bite, to tear some flesh
Run, run, on unsteady legs and broken feet
And maybe when the morning star comes
I'll finally give in, give up
So I can rest on your arms and fade away
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