Celebrator Lyrics
| Song | Celebrator |
| Artist | The Blood Brothers |
| Album | Crimes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blood Brothers | |
| I just want to join the party, | |
| but the confetti falling is razor sharpened. | |
| I just want to blow out the candles, | |
| but the cake is sprinkled with punctured skulls. | |
| I just want to celebrate, | |
| but the stripper they hired lost both her legs. | |
| I just want to join the party, | |
| but the pinata's stuffed with oil and sand. | |
| I just want the flag to be my baby, | |
| but her kissing breath is so revolting. | |
| Tastes like hospitals, machine guns, burning hair, McDonalds buns. | |
| I peel the wrapping paper back, | |
| and I'm staring at an amputee. | |
| When they fish a corpse out of the pool | |
| the applause light goes beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. | |
| And every soldier's spewing black cum from their victory hard on. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| The children smile and clap their hands | |
| when they pull another baby from the rubble. | |
| While their parents scamper for a partner to dance the freedom shuffle. | |
| I just want to join the party, | |
| but the song on the karaoke says, | |
| "If you want to celebrate compassion is crulety and hip, hip, hooray!" | |
| And every soldier's spewing black cum from their victory hard on. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| Wolf-faced gladiators always ruin a party. | |
| They lick your punch, bomb out your windows, feel up your wife, | |
| chew up your clothes. | |
| And every soldier's spewing black cum from their victory hard on. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. | |
| I want to celebrate! |
| zuo qu : Blood Brothers | |
| I just want to join the party, | |
| but the confetti falling is razor sharpened. | |
| I just want to blow out the candles, | |
| but the cake is sprinkled with punctured skulls. | |
| I just want to celebrate, | |
| but the stripper they hired lost both her legs. | |
| I just want to join the party, | |
| but the pinata' s stuffed with oil and sand. | |
| I just want the flag to be my baby, | |
| but her kissing breath is so revolting. | |
| Tastes like hospitals, machine guns, burning hair, McDonalds buns. | |
| I peel the wrapping paper back, | |
| and I' m staring at an amputee. | |
| When they fish a corpse out of the pool | |
| the applause light goes beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. | |
| And every soldier' s spewing black cum from their victory hard on. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| The children smile and clap their hands | |
| when they pull another baby from the rubble. | |
| While their parents scamper for a partner to dance the freedom shuffle. | |
| I just want to join the party, | |
| but the song on the karaoke says, | |
| " If you want to celebrate compassion is crulety and hip, hip, hooray!" | |
| And every soldier' s spewing black cum from their victory hard on. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| Wolffaced gladiators always ruin a party. | |
| They lick your punch, bomb out your windows, feel up your wife, | |
| chew up your clothes. | |
| And every soldier' s spewing black cum from their victory hard on. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. | |
| I want to celebrate! |
| zuò qǔ : Blood Brothers | |
| I just want to join the party, | |
| but the confetti falling is razor sharpened. | |
| I just want to blow out the candles, | |
| but the cake is sprinkled with punctured skulls. | |
| I just want to celebrate, | |
| but the stripper they hired lost both her legs. | |
| I just want to join the party, | |
| but the pinata' s stuffed with oil and sand. | |
| I just want the flag to be my baby, | |
| but her kissing breath is so revolting. | |
| Tastes like hospitals, machine guns, burning hair, McDonalds buns. | |
| I peel the wrapping paper back, | |
| and I' m staring at an amputee. | |
| When they fish a corpse out of the pool | |
| the applause light goes beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. | |
| And every soldier' s spewing black cum from their victory hard on. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| The children smile and clap their hands | |
| when they pull another baby from the rubble. | |
| While their parents scamper for a partner to dance the freedom shuffle. | |
| I just want to join the party, | |
| but the song on the karaoke says, | |
| " If you want to celebrate compassion is crulety and hip, hip, hooray!" | |
| And every soldier' s spewing black cum from their victory hard on. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| Wolffaced gladiators always ruin a party. | |
| They lick your punch, bomb out your windows, feel up your wife, | |
| chew up your clothes. | |
| And every soldier' s spewing black cum from their victory hard on. | |
| I want to celebrate! | |
| And the clown in the fight suit is cracking jokes to the camera crew. | |
| I want to celebrate! |
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