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• Artiste: Harlequin Jones
• Titre: Zombie Vampires From Hell
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This is what Ive got Ive gotta make the most So ruthless resilient and reeling from all around With so little left its hard enough to breathe Much less lead the savage life of who turned out to be Whats left to do But beg for milk and scraps This cats all over town Beggin for touch through trash There will be time for sleeping when theres room for breathing And right now im running with guns to get money To buy back the beauty I sold short cuz I couldnt see What was right in front of me Its not up to me so im letting this go The noose round the neck is now simply a rope The fish are still swimming, the dogs still do hunt But as for me I gave up on love Whats left to say When all the doors close This cats all over town Taking off his clothes Im not this desperate I just play it on tv Turn on the cameras it comes marching outta me Your wish is what I want ill take it on my knees Dont worry baby it feels better the more it bleeds Id give you anything to make you happy Whatdo you want, what do you need I swear to god id give you anything Is it sex is it blood is it drugs is it money Fishnets and lipstick on some redlight district Do you fancy a fetish that would let us avoid Reality and just enjoy? Maybe its all wrong, baby its all wrong But if you dont object, how could I There will be time for sleeping when theres room for breathing And right now im running with guns to get money To buy back the beauty I sold short cuz I couldnt see What was right in front of me If give you anything to make you happy I could never love you But im a cup So drink and drink from me Till there is none