The strobe lights your eyes As the DJ is hung up and crucified And there you are in all your innocence With your back against the wall Breaking hearts like commandments
I don't mind waiting for you There's blood on the dance floor Aww now what are you gonna do? I don't mind lying for you About the bodies in the backyard
Satan, Go put on your blue dress, honey, and let's do the tango Jesus, Go put on some Elvis, baby, and let's do the cha cha Satan, Let's toast to the Armageddon, you know that it's all you Ghandi, Go pour us a couple whiskeys, you know you my nigga
I think I've seen you on TV Where you're selling the end of the world You seem harmless enough to me As my eyes glaze over into medicated sleep
I don't mind waiting for you There's blood on the dance floor Aww now what are you gonna do? I don't mind lying for you About the bodies in the backyard
Satan, Go put on your blue dress, honey, and let's do the tango Jesus, Go put on some Elvis, baby, and let's do the cha cha Satan, Let's toast to the Armageddon, you know that it's all you Ghandi, Go pour us a couple whiskeys, you know you my nigga!
Thank you doctor for these wonderful pills, I'm feeling so much different now All suicidal thoughts are gone And my new middle name is now 'Optimistic'
Just as the night fades into day mourning becomes you As your worst nightmares come true What will you do now that no one wants you And your wildest dreams are all dying on your birthday? I want a front row seat to your technicolor funeral I can't stop smiling as they're lowering your body into the ground
(I don't mind waiting for you, there's blood on the dance floor Aww now what are you gonna do? I don't mind lying for you about the bodies in the backyard Aww now what are you gonna do?)
Thank you doctor for these wonderful pills, I'm feeling so much different now All suicidal thoughts are gone And my new middle name is now 'Optimistic'
Satan, Go put on your blue dress, honey, and let's do the tango Jesus, Go put on some Elvis, baby, and let's do the cha cha Satan, Let's toast to the Armageddon, you know that it's all you Ghandi, Go pour us a couple whiskeys, you know you my nigga!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
