Song | Smells Like Teen Spirit |
Artist | Rene Amesz & Baggi Begovic |
Album | 100% Hits Dancefloor 2014 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:43.17] | Load up on guns and, bring your friends |
[00:48.44] | It’s fun to lose, and to pretend |
[00:53.40] | She’s over bored, And self assured |
[00:58.52] | Oh no, I know, a dirty word |
[01:03.85] | Hello, how low? |
[01:12.90] | With the lights out it’s less dangerous |
[01:17.37] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[01:22.08] | I feel stupid and contagious |
[01:26.93] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[01:31.96] | A mulatto, An albino, A mosquito, My Libido, Yeah |
[01:51.62] | I’m worse at what I do best |
[01:57.22] | And for this gift I feel blessed |
[02:01.94] | Our little group has always been |
[02:06.78] | And always will until the end |
[02:11.64] | Hello, how low? |
[02:20.07] | With the lights out it’s less dangerous |
[02:24.98] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[02:28.93] | I feel stupid and contagious |
[02:33.65] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[02:38.18] | A mulatto, An albino, A mosquito, My Libido, Yeah |
[02:58.10] | And I forget , Just why I taste |
[03:02.73] | Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile |
[03:07.60] | I found it hard, It was hard to find |
[03:12.49] | Oh well, whatever, nevermind |
[03:16.91] | Hello, how low? |
[03:26.18] | The empty hand of innocence transfusing street of the sorrows |
[03:31.40] | And children of the wood hounded, shredding all veils |
[03:35.49] | And winding all sheets of the dead world droning |
[03:39.27] | Overturning tables laden with silver sacrificial birds |
[03:43.65] | Beating goat-skin drums |
[03:45.60] | Advancing with hands out-stretched |
[03:48.62] | And we keep filling them with mercury nitrate, asbestos |
[03:53.46] | Baby bombs blasting blue |
[03:55.48] | Scavengers picking through the ashes |
[03:58.18] | Children of the mills! |
[03:59.57] | Children of the junkyards! |
[04:01.46] | Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats haunted, paint-sniffin' |
[04:06.49] | Stoned out of their shaved heads |
[04:08.69] | Forgotten, foraging, mystical children |
[04:12.72] | Foul-mouthed, glassy eyed, hallucinating |
[04:21.09] | |
[04:52.10] | Hello, how low? |
[05:04.36] | With the lights out it’s less dangerous |
[05:08.71] | Here we are now, Entertain us |
[05:12.98] | I feel stupid and contagious |
[05:17.58] | Here we are now, Entertain us |
[05:21.98] | A mulatto, An albino, A mosquito, My Libido |
[05:30.79] | A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial |
[00:00.009] | |
[99:00.000] |
[00:43.17] | Load up on guns and, bring your friends |
[00:48.44] | It' s fun to lose, and to pretend |
[00:53.40] | She' s over bored, And self assured |
[00:58.52] | Oh no, I know, a dirty word |
[01:03.85] | Hello, how low? |
[01:12.90] | With the lights out it' s less dangerous |
[01:17.37] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[01:22.08] | I feel stupid and contagious |
[01:26.93] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[01:31.96] | A mulatto, An albino, A mosquito, My Libido, Yeah |
[01:51.62] | I' m worse at what I do best |
[01:57.22] | And for this gift I feel blessed |
[02:01.94] | Our little group has always been |
[02:06.78] | And always will until the end |
[02:11.64] | Hello, how low? |
[02:20.07] | With the lights out it' s less dangerous |
[02:24.98] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[02:28.93] | I feel stupid and contagious |
[02:33.65] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[02:38.18] | A mulatto, An albino, A mosquito, My Libido, Yeah |
[02:58.10] | And I forget , Just why I taste |
[03:02.73] | Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile |
[03:07.60] | I found it hard, It was hard to find |
[03:12.49] | Oh well, whatever, nevermind |
[03:16.91] | Hello, how low? |
[03:26.18] | The empty hand of innocence transfusing street of the sorrows |
[03:31.40] | And children of the wood hounded, shredding all veils |
[03:35.49] | And winding all sheets of the dead world droning |
[03:39.27] | Overturning tables laden with silver sacrificial birds |
[03:43.65] | Beating goatskin drums |
[03:45.60] | Advancing with hands outstretched |
[03:48.62] | And we keep filling them with mercury nitrate, asbestos |
[03:53.46] | Baby bombs blasting blue |
[03:55.48] | Scavengers picking through the ashes |
[03:58.18] | Children of the mills! |
[03:59.57] | Children of the junkyards! |
[04:01.46] | Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats haunted, paintsniffin' |
[04:06.49] | Stoned out of their shaved heads |
[04:08.69] | Forgotten, foraging, mystical children |
[04:12.72] | Foulmouthed, glassy eyed, hallucinating |
[04:21.09] | |
[04:52.10] | Hello, how low? |
[05:04.36] | With the lights out it' s less dangerous |
[05:08.71] | Here we are now, Entertain us |
[05:12.98] | I feel stupid and contagious |
[05:17.58] | Here we are now, Entertain us |
[05:21.98] | A mulatto, An albino, A mosquito, My Libido |
[05:30.79] | A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial |
[00:00.009] | |
[99:00.000] |
[00:43.17] | Load up on guns and, bring your friends |
[00:48.44] | It' s fun to lose, and to pretend |
[00:53.40] | She' s over bored, And self assured |
[00:58.52] | Oh no, I know, a dirty word |
[01:03.85] | Hello, how low? |
[01:12.90] | With the lights out it' s less dangerous |
[01:17.37] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[01:22.08] | I feel stupid and contagious |
[01:26.93] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[01:31.96] | A mulatto, An albino, A mosquito, My Libido, Yeah |
[01:51.62] | I' m worse at what I do best |
[01:57.22] | And for this gift I feel blessed |
[02:01.94] | Our little group has always been |
[02:06.78] | And always will until the end |
[02:11.64] | Hello, how low? |
[02:20.07] | With the lights out it' s less dangerous |
[02:24.98] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[02:28.93] | I feel stupid and contagious |
[02:33.65] | Here we are now, entertain us |
[02:38.18] | A mulatto, An albino, A mosquito, My Libido, Yeah |
[02:58.10] | And I forget , Just why I taste |
[03:02.73] | Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile |
[03:07.60] | I found it hard, It was hard to find |
[03:12.49] | Oh well, whatever, nevermind |
[03:16.91] | Hello, how low? |
[03:26.18] | The empty hand of innocence transfusing street of the sorrows |
[03:31.40] | And children of the wood hounded, shredding all veils |
[03:35.49] | And winding all sheets of the dead world droning |
[03:39.27] | Overturning tables laden with silver sacrificial birds |
[03:43.65] | Beating goatskin drums |
[03:45.60] | Advancing with hands outstretched |
[03:48.62] | And we keep filling them with mercury nitrate, asbestos |
[03:53.46] | Baby bombs blasting blue |
[03:55.48] | Scavengers picking through the ashes |
[03:58.18] | Children of the mills! |
[03:59.57] | Children of the junkyards! |
[04:01.46] | Sleepy, illiterate, fuzzy little rats haunted, paintsniffin' |
[04:06.49] | Stoned out of their shaved heads |
[04:08.69] | Forgotten, foraging, mystical children |
[04:12.72] | Foulmouthed, glassy eyed, hallucinating |
[04:21.09] | |
[04:52.10] | Hello, how low? |
[05:04.36] | With the lights out it' s less dangerous |
[05:08.71] | Here we are now, Entertain us |
[05:12.98] | I feel stupid and contagious |
[05:17.58] | Here we are now, Entertain us |
[05:21.98] | A mulatto, An albino, A mosquito, My Libido |
[05:30.79] | A denial, A denial, A denial, A denial |
[00:00.009] | |
[99:00.000] |