Brazilian Girls - Talk to the Bomb Lyrics

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Talk to the Bomb

Talk to the Bomb Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Talk to the Bomb By Brazilian Girls?
Son of an honorable woman
What are you doing with that silly thing? With holes in your soles and in your pockets You have one choice: Surrendering You address yourself in the third person And say "Hey, you, leave 'em alone" You address yourself in the third person And say "Hey, you, leave 'em alone" Talk to the bomb, to the bomb in its shell Talk to the bomb, will we go to hell? Talk to the bomb, it has never been easy Talk to the bomb, to the bomb Man on the rocket chair to Phobos Now you're going to have to face your ally You negotiated your inferno You have to pay for it eventually Man on the hotseat to Timbuktu Who do you want to be? Man on the hotseat to Timbuktu We leave you alone (one two three) Talk to the bomb, to the bomb in its shell Talk to the bomb, will we go to hell? Talk to the bomb, it has never been easy Talk to the bomb, to the bomb Talk to the bomb, to the bomb in its shell (won't you) Talk to the bomb, will we go to hell? Talk to the bomb, to the bomb in its shell Talk to the bomb, will we go to hell? Talk to the bomb, it has never been easy Talk to the bomb, to the bomb "Yes, hello?" |
Who Wrote Talk to the Bomb By Brazilian Girls?
Aaron Johnston, Didi Gutman, Jesse Yusef Murphy, Sabina Sciubba
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What's The Duration Of The Talk to the Bomb By Brazilian Girls?The duration of Talk to the Bomb is 5:43 minutes and seconds. |
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