Song | Andy Warhol Was Right |
Artist | Warrant |
Album | Original Album Classics |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lane | |
Twisted little daydreams, memories with pain | |
Locking me behind the closet door | |
I will be a good boy, promise, | |
I won't run | |
Sit quite in my room, playing with my toy gun | |
Now I'm older but the memories still eat me like disease | |
Alone in the darkness, watching you on my | |
TVWhy did | |
God make you so famous, when he only spit on me? | |
I want to bathe in your light | |
I want to be on the news | |
If I take your life, it's nothing personal | |
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attention | |
Sitting on the steps, the sun is sinking low | |
The world gets very quiet as the street lamps start to glow | |
I step out and | |
I raise my gun, time just seems to slow | |
For a moment, | |
I can see myself trapped in your reflection | |
I'm angry and | |
I'm lonely and | |
I'm dying for attention | |
I want to bathe in your light | |
I want to be on the news | |
If I take your life, it's nothing personal | |
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attention | |
Dying for attention | |
Mama |
zuo ci : Lane | |
Twisted little daydreams, memories with pain | |
Locking me behind the closet door | |
I will be a good boy, promise, | |
I won' t run | |
Sit quite in my room, playing with my toy gun | |
Now I' m older but the memories still eat me like disease | |
Alone in the darkness, watching you on my | |
TVWhy did | |
God make you so famous, when he only spit on me? | |
I want to bathe in your light | |
I want to be on the news | |
If I take your life, it' s nothing personal | |
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attention | |
Sitting on the steps, the sun is sinking low | |
The world gets very quiet as the street lamps start to glow | |
I step out and | |
I raise my gun, time just seems to slow | |
For a moment, | |
I can see myself trapped in your reflection | |
I' m angry and | |
I' m lonely and | |
I' m dying for attention | |
I want to bathe in your light | |
I want to be on the news | |
If I take your life, it' s nothing personal | |
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attention | |
Dying for attention | |
Mama |
zuò cí : Lane | |
Twisted little daydreams, memories with pain | |
Locking me behind the closet door | |
I will be a good boy, promise, | |
I won' t run | |
Sit quite in my room, playing with my toy gun | |
Now I' m older but the memories still eat me like disease | |
Alone in the darkness, watching you on my | |
TVWhy did | |
God make you so famous, when he only spit on me? | |
I want to bathe in your light | |
I want to be on the news | |
If I take your life, it' s nothing personal | |
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attention | |
Sitting on the steps, the sun is sinking low | |
The world gets very quiet as the street lamps start to glow | |
I step out and | |
I raise my gun, time just seems to slow | |
For a moment, | |
I can see myself trapped in your reflection | |
I' m angry and | |
I' m lonely and | |
I' m dying for attention | |
I want to bathe in your light | |
I want to be on the news | |
If I take your life, it' s nothing personal | |
Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attention | |
Dying for attention | |
Mama |