Crazytown - Darkside Lyrics

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Darkside

Darkside Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Darkside By Crazytown?
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Dreamlands of danger Darkside pleasures Bad behavior Dreamlands of danger Darkside pleasures At their best Punk rock, shell toes, Horns and halos. Wicked white wings and And pointed tails. Devil's eyes and nine inch nails Nocturnal renegades. The eternal drug raid. I go by the name of Mr. Shifty switchblade. Getting paid in the shade, As lyrics ricochet, Off the walls From the ceiling to the floor, Off the door And down the hall. I'm evil like Knievel Kicking white trash. Psycho cerebral, palsy, ballsy Bad ass. Dressed in black, From the wrong side of the tracks. Crazy Town. Yo, we strike like deep impact. [Chorus] Why can't you see' I cannot feel 'til you bring Me down. Dream lands of danger. Darkside pleasures Bad behavior. Dream lands of danger. Darkside pleasures At their best. My subconscience launches me Into evil territory. I'm surrounded by Voyeurs And crack smoking lawyers. No shame. Burnt lips, Tripping on acid rain. Legally insane, deranged, Some people never change. [Chorus] Nasty na na, ha, ha Darkside marijuana. Fueled of the drama. Drifting on the darkside. I'm the black eye bomber. Do what I do on a darkside Rendezvous. Raising hell, out the shell. Of fantasies I never tell. Dispersin' untamed perversion. My bad brain's working, Circle jerking, rocking riddles, Sex pistol, sexperts Acting uncivil. [Chorus] |
Who Wrote Darkside By Crazytown?
Brett Mazur, Seth Binzer
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