Song | Teen Heat |
Artist | The Blood Brothers |
Album | Crimes |
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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. |