Exilia - Day in Hell Lyrics
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Day in Hell
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What Are The Lyrics For Day in Hell By Exilia?
Dear president and plastic wife
I fell wrong and nothin?s right I never was a princess I never had a lucky star No fucking fairy tale life No more angels,no more chances Gotta fight for my dream Gotta think about me Ready or not-ready or not-ready or not It?s just another day,it?s just another day Another day in hell It?s just another day,another motherfacking day It?s just another day Another day in hell Dear president and plastic wife I see black and you see white I never had no better time No better place,no better life Don?t forget where I come from No destination for my world It?s your perfect boomtown My generation is burning down Ready or not-ready or not-ready or not It?s just another day,it?s just another day Another day in hell It?s just another day,another motherfacking day It?s just another day Another day in hell I see, I see the pistols now Hanging low on leather belts I see cops forming a police line I hear shots making world headline There?s a war on what I believe in, There a source for the pain in my head, Everyday of my life They push me right to the edge and they scream Jump,it?s just another day Jump,it?s just another day Jump,it?s just another day (chorus) |
Who Wrote Day in Hell By Exilia?
Andrea Alessandro Ge, Elio Fabro, Fabio Petrelli, Jeff Collier, Masha Bonetti
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What's The Duration Of The Day in Hell By Exilia?The duration of Day in Hell is 3:40 minutes and seconds. |
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