Paroles de la chanson Ironiclast par The Damned Things
Auteurs: Andy Hurley,Joe Trohman,Jeff Buckley,Scott Ian,Rob Caggiano
Editeurs: Sony Atv Music Publishing France,Sony Atv Songs Llc
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Paroles de la chanson Ironiclast par The Damned Things
You're soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell
The cold sex and the boredom sells
Heat-seeker, pull the curtain down
The death pangs and the wedding vows
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, boy, what's it's like to be stoned?
Like I don't know, oh, I know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
The cold sex and the boredom sells
Heat-seeker, pull the curtain down
The death pangs and the wedding vows
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, boy, what's it's like to be stoned?
Like I don't know, oh, I know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
Snake charmer, going out through the trapdoor
The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for
Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk
Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, boy, what's it's like to be stoned?
Like I don't know, oh, I know
I got a black cloud above me too
And I got lungs to match
This trash is fucking contagious
It covers every broken inch of my bones
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold
The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for
Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk
Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, boy, what's it's like to be stoned?
Like I don't know, oh, I know
I got a black cloud above me too
And I got lungs to match
This trash is fucking contagious
It covers every broken inch of my bones
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold
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