Beatsteaks - Everything Went Black Lyrics
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Everything Went Black
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What Are The Lyrics For Everything Went Black By Beatsteaks?
Her name was Rita the Whore
La Vida Loca for sure She knocked 'em out of the park Streetwalking holes in her shoes Another sip of the booze and everything went black His name was Norman OG don't you come crying to me the day that changed his life He married Rita the Whore La Vida Loca no more He said be back in no time Calls for a cigarette as good as it can get and kill some time It's never comin' back Forward to Mary and Steve just turning 20 and free she really liked his style Attraction over the moon they got together and soon she was expecting a child Calls for a cigarette as good as it can get and kill some time It's never comin' back Calls for a cigarette so don't you wanna bet and kill some time She caught an evil disease it broke her down to her knees eventually took her life And when Steve heard the news took out the doctor she used and left the scene with a smile Calls for a cigarette as good as it can get and kill some time It's never comin' back Calls for a cigarette so don't you wanna bet and kill some time |
Who Wrote Everything Went Black By Beatsteaks?
Arnim Teutoburg-weiss, Bernd Kurtzke, Peter Baumann Duese, Thomas Goetz, Torsten Fluppi Scholz, Walter Schreifels
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What's The Duration Of The Everything Went Black By Beatsteaks?The duration of Everything Went Black is 3:03 minutes and seconds. |
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