Artificial Joy Club Lyrics
Artificial Joy Club Lyrics
"SICK & BEAUTIFUL Lyrics"
Dance To The Song Of Apathy Lyrics
Let's walk in a line Let's do what the person in front of us does Believ in what he believes Let's forget our identity So
Let's walk in a line Let's do what the person in front of us does Believ in what he believes Let's forget our identity So
All the world’s your ashtray, I’m just your Marlboro.
Light me up then butt me, you’re sick & beautiful.
It’s Bamby meets Godzilla, a 3D free for all. Set me up then stomp me, you’re sick & beautiful.
Squeeze me like your lemon, then mix with alcoho
The Fall Lyrics
Hearses crawl from grey haze Timeless reign, Shadowed by face of pain As we wait behind our doors For Autumns final blow
l. Shake me hard then down me, you’re sick & beautiful. Hearses crawl from grey haze Timeless reign, Shadowed by face of pain As we wait behind our doors For Autumns final blow
You’re gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.
I need a quick fix, I’m flashing like an instamatic, crusted like a worn out penthouse, your junk is habitual, you’re sick & you’re
The Safest Place Lyrics
Thank God that you were by my side.. On a night.... On a night... Daytime I'm fine Everything is back normalbeautiful.
Bounce me hard & dunk me, I’m just your basketball. Lay me up then heave-ho, you’re sick & beautiful. Peel my bandage slowly, it’s psychological.
You’re napalm with novocain, a kite in a hurricane.
(chorus)
Leave me in a
You’re cockroach with cabernet, but taste like a Milky Way. You’re gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.
(chorus)
Thank God that you were by my side.. On a night.... On a night... Daytime I'm fine Everything is back normal
Bounce me hard & dunk me, I’m just your basketball. Lay me up then heave-ho, you’re sick & beautiful. Peel my bandage slowly, it’s psychological.
You’re napalm with novocain, a kite in a hurricane.
(chorus)
Leave me in a
Walls Of Fire Lyrics
You're looking battered oh, you shure ain't looking well we managed to survive to escape this living hell I must agree ou
ditch like roadkill, or maybe we could switch the driver. Have some mercy and Kevorkian me to sleep. You're looking battered oh, you shure ain't looking well we managed to survive to escape this living hell I must agree ou
You’re cockroach with cabernet, but taste like a Milky Way. You’re gravy with gasoline & wicked with whipping cream.
(chorus)