| Song | Midday Show |
| Artist | Grenouer |
| Album | Blood On the Face |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Take a moment of reflection | |
| Take a moment for yourself | |
| Wake up | |
| Wake up to sunlight | |
| Welcome to the real world | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| Midday show | |
| Years of life lost | |
| Void inside your soul | |
| You have turned it off | |
| Dirty words and filthy phrases | |
| Broken promises of wealth | |
| Sadness | |
| Sadness and madness | |
| In the garden of delights | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| You’ve missed the midday show | |
| Years of life lost | |
| Void inside your soul | |
| You have turned it off | |
| Latest stories | |
| Dreams and hopes | |
| Screams and nightmares | |
| You’ve turned them off | |
| Wakin’ up in the mornin’ gotta thank God | |
| Cuz my Televisor channel shows a hot bod | |
| Hot chicks and Glamur talkin’ "Dom 2" | |
| Bullshit like the remnants of a cattle prod | |
| I know it’s bad I know I shouldn’t sit and watch | |
| But I’m soakin’ in a tidal wave of Fendi and Versace | |
| Livin’ on the boulevard of Slomanyie Mechty | |
| There’s so many missed dreams, smother them in tit'ki | |
| Treat her right, get a sitter for the night | |
| Gulyat’ like it’s the last night of your life | |
| Or get out on the streets, meet somebody random | |
| Take 'em by the hand and make 'em understand, son | |
| And like my mama said it take a lotta frittatas | |
| And a bottle of water to wash down an enchillada | |
| But if you gotta Regatta of singin’ heads from Estrada | |
| Them boys is gonna beat you like a fuckin’ Pinata | |
| [Chorus:] | |
| You’ve missed the bullshit show | |
| Years of life lost | |
| Void inside your soul | |
| (Midday showdawn) | |
| You have turned it off | |
| Latest stories | |
| Dreams and hopes | |
| Screams and nightmares | |
| You’ve turned them off |
| Take a moment of reflection | |
| Take a moment for yourself | |
| Wake up | |
| Wake up to sunlight | |
| Welcome to the real world | |
| Chorus: | |
| Midday show | |
| Years of life lost | |
| Void inside your soul | |
| You have turned it off | |
| Dirty words and filthy phrases | |
| Broken promises of wealth | |
| Sadness | |
| Sadness and madness | |
| In the garden of delights | |
| Chorus: | |
| You' ve missed the midday show | |
| Years of life lost | |
| Void inside your soul | |
| You have turned it off | |
| Latest stories | |
| Dreams and hopes | |
| Screams and nightmares | |
| You' ve turned them off | |
| Wakin' up in the mornin' gotta thank God | |
| Cuz my Televisor channel shows a hot bod | |
| Hot chicks and Glamur talkin' " Dom 2" | |
| Bullshit like the remnants of a cattle prod | |
| I know it' s bad I know I shouldn' t sit and watch | |
| But I' m soakin' in a tidal wave of Fendi and Versace | |
| Livin' on the boulevard of Slomanyie Mechty | |
| There' s so many missed dreams, smother them in tit' ki | |
| Treat her right, get a sitter for the night | |
| Gulyat' like it' s the last night of your life | |
| Or get out on the streets, meet somebody random | |
| Take ' em by the hand and make ' em understand, son | |
| And like my mama said it take a lotta frittatas | |
| And a bottle of water to wash down an enchillada | |
| But if you gotta Regatta of singin' heads from Estrada | |
| Them boys is gonna beat you like a fuckin' Pinata | |
| Chorus: | |
| You' ve missed the bullshit show | |
| Years of life lost | |
| Void inside your soul | |
| Midday showdawn | |
| You have turned it off | |
| Latest stories | |
| Dreams and hopes | |
| Screams and nightmares | |
| You' ve turned them off |
| Take a moment of reflection | |
| Take a moment for yourself | |
| Wake up | |
| Wake up to sunlight | |
| Welcome to the real world | |
| Chorus: | |
| Midday show | |
| Years of life lost | |
| Void inside your soul | |
| You have turned it off | |
| Dirty words and filthy phrases | |
| Broken promises of wealth | |
| Sadness | |
| Sadness and madness | |
| In the garden of delights | |
| Chorus: | |
| You' ve missed the midday show | |
| Years of life lost | |
| Void inside your soul | |
| You have turned it off | |
| Latest stories | |
| Dreams and hopes | |
| Screams and nightmares | |
| You' ve turned them off | |
| Wakin' up in the mornin' gotta thank God | |
| Cuz my Televisor channel shows a hot bod | |
| Hot chicks and Glamur talkin' " Dom 2" | |
| Bullshit like the remnants of a cattle prod | |
| I know it' s bad I know I shouldn' t sit and watch | |
| But I' m soakin' in a tidal wave of Fendi and Versace | |
| Livin' on the boulevard of Slomanyie Mechty | |
| There' s so many missed dreams, smother them in tit' ki | |
| Treat her right, get a sitter for the night | |
| Gulyat' like it' s the last night of your life | |
| Or get out on the streets, meet somebody random | |
| Take ' em by the hand and make ' em understand, son | |
| And like my mama said it take a lotta frittatas | |
| And a bottle of water to wash down an enchillada | |
| But if you gotta Regatta of singin' heads from Estrada | |
| Them boys is gonna beat you like a fuckin' Pinata | |
| Chorus: | |
| You' ve missed the bullshit show | |
| Years of life lost | |
| Void inside your soul | |
| Midday showdawn | |
| You have turned it off | |
| Latest stories | |
| Dreams and hopes | |
| Screams and nightmares | |
| You' ve turned them off |