Your star is descending Round here blindly Tell your dancing daughter That there no room on the wing We can bitch but it ain a tinsel town Hey! Starchild Cant dance Left out on a useless limb This party will start To drag you down Slap your face And pull your hair
Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this skin is head Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this thing is dead
I was in traction started off smiling Couldn help laughing I was astounded when They caught you unware And some missionary said That this week weave got to shoot All the dancing girls And then replace them With satellites instead
Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this skin is head Bailed out, bailed out Bailed out, this thing is dead
Like to see something change Around here, around thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
