Armored Saint - Mad House Lyrics
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Mad House
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What Are The Lyrics For Mad House By Armored Saint?
I got an urge to tell a story
Mad house set to unload I try my best to keep a distance From going down loony road But I get crushed with the temptation For the place that makes you move-to the groove Right down loony road This certain pad will make your heart beat Rum, sex, drop hit the floor Next day you feel your head spin Back up again, do it some more Then I get crushed with that temptation For the place that makes you move And when it feels good there You better raise your beer to the mess The only place for you to be-mad house Back in touch with insanity-mad house It don't matter what you do-mad house Just as long that it's good for you-mad house Right down loony road I got an urge to tell a story Mad house set to unload I try my best to keep a distance From going down loony road I just get crushed with that temptation For the place that makes you move And when it feels good there Raise your beer to the mess The only place for you to be-mad house Back in touch with insanity-mad house It don't matter what you do-mad house Just as long that it's good for you-mad house Mad house, mad house Mad house, mad house |
Who Wrote Mad House By Armored Saint?
David Earl Prichard, Gonzalo Sandoval, John Robert Bush, Joseph John Vera, Phillip J Sandoval
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What's The Duration Of The Mad House By Armored Saint?The duration of Mad House is 3:48 minutes and seconds. |
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