| Song | Teen Heat |
| Artist | The Blood Brothers |
| Album | Crimes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
| I wanna tell you about the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse. | |
| C'mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva. | |
| Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper. | |
| Your song is gold like the color of piss (x2) | |
| The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio (oh oh oh..oh oh) | |
| with singles until it's sick to it's stomach. (oh oh oh..oh oh) | |
| He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar | |
| to polish into a superstar, | |
| finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love, | |
| turns it into a commercial. | |
| Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper. | |
| Your song is gold like the color of piss (x2) | |
| He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs, | |
| he mingles with the band, | |
| his mustache made of vines. | |
| A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? (We want it!) | |
| Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? (We need it!) | |
| A sizzling tan? Life of the party? (We want it!) | |
| A full-length mirror for every inch of your body? (We need it!) | |
| And when he steals your teen heat | |
| it sounds a lot like... | |
| So store your songs here in the Prommageddon pit | |
| because the kids are spoiled rich | |
| and they don't know shit from shit. |
| zuo qu : Blood Brothers | |
| I wanna tell you about the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse. | |
| C' mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva. | |
| Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper. | |
| Your song is gold like the color of piss x2 | |
| The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio oh oh oh.. oh oh | |
| with singles until it' s sick to it' s stomach. oh oh oh.. oh oh | |
| He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar | |
| to polish into a superstar, | |
| finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love, | |
| turns it into a commercial. | |
| Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper. | |
| Your song is gold like the color of piss x2 | |
| He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs, | |
| he mingles with the band, | |
| his mustache made of vines. | |
| A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? We want it! | |
| Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? We need it! | |
| A sizzling tan? Life of the party? We want it! | |
| A fulllength mirror for every inch of your body? We need it! | |
| And when he steals your teen heat | |
| it sounds a lot like... | |
| So store your songs here in the Prommageddon pit | |
| because the kids are spoiled rich | |
| and they don' t know shit from shit. |
| zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
| I wanna tell you about the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse. | |
| C' mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva. | |
| Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper. | |
| Your song is gold like the color of piss x2 | |
| The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio oh oh oh.. oh oh | |
| with singles until it' s sick to it' s stomach. oh oh oh.. oh oh | |
| He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar | |
| to polish into a superstar, | |
| finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love, | |
| turns it into a commercial. | |
| Prommageddon pit, smash hit. Prommageddon, chart topper. | |
| Your song is gold like the color of piss x2 | |
| He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs, | |
| he mingles with the band, | |
| his mustache made of vines. | |
| A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? We want it! | |
| Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? We need it! | |
| A sizzling tan? Life of the party? We want it! | |
| A fulllength mirror for every inch of your body? We need it! | |
| And when he steals your teen heat | |
| it sounds a lot like... | |
| So store your songs here in the Prommageddon pit | |
| because the kids are spoiled rich | |
| and they don' t know shit from shit. |