Paroles de Machine Gun Summer
Let's shoot that gold coast cure in our veins;another anthem for the backseat lovers to sing.
We've been living in a car crash world;
we're spinning out of control.
A newly consummated union for the cast iron hearts;
yeah, we're going to make bank off of you.
I'm a guaranteed fallacy.
I'm an american skeleton; born dark, vicious, and free.
HEY! HEY! FIGHT FOR YOUR SANITY;
THE TASTE OF A MACHINE GUN SUMMER LOVE.
WE'VE CREATED A HOLY WAR OVER THE VANITY OF OUR SINS.
Corporate perversions in my head.
Castrate yourself before they do;
another catastrophic emasculation of all this conglomerate bullshit.
This popular science is your brand new carcinogen;
pray you'll be forgiven.
Selling brain surgery in take home kits;
kid, don't botch the home-job like I did.
HEY! HEY! FIGHT FOR YOUR SANITY;
THE TASTE OF A MACHINE GUN SUMMER LOVE.
WE'VE CREATED A HOLY WAR FOR THE VANITY AND THE WHORES.
Dig yourself a grave, baby, deep enough to let the soil crush your lungs.
I'm a flatlined lover; with a past full of scars and hysterectomies.
I won't take part in the mutiny; this crucifixion.
I'm a guaranteed fallacy.
I'm an american skeleton; born dark, vicious, and free.
HEY! HEY! FIGHT FOR YOUR SANITY;
THE TASTE OF A MACHINE GUN SUMMER LOVE.
WE'VE CREATED A HOLY WAR OVER THE VANITY OF OUR SINS.
Corporate perversions in my head.
Castrate yourself before they do;
another catastrophic emasculation of all this conglomerate bullshit.
This popular science is your brand new carcinogen;
pray you'll be forgiven.
Selling brain surgery in take home kits;
kid, don't botch the home-job like I did.
HEY! HEY! FIGHT FOR YOUR SANITY;
THE TASTE OF A MACHINE GUN SUMMER LOVE.
WE'VE CREATED A HOLY WAR FOR THE VANITY AND THE WHORES.
Dig yourself a grave, baby, deep enough to let the soil crush your lungs.
I'm a flatlined lover; with a past full of scars and hysterectomies.
I won't take part in the mutiny; this crucifixion.
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