Flotsam and Jetsam - Monster Lyrics
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Monster
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What Are The Lyrics For Monster By Flotsam and Jetsam?
Running them off the highway
Running them off the rail Running their babies into cold black water Just me and my stash and my scale Filling the tank over flowing Filling a dirty syringe Filling another cemetery Hope drinking blood don't make you cringe no Seeing is still not believing Seeing that you're still here Seeing you fall from the eighth floor window Your reputation to smear Shooting in every direction Shooting stars inside our heads Shooting before you see the whites of their eyes I bet you never thought you'd see me dead no I'm turning into a monster I'll turn the heat up high I'll turn away from this mess I'm burning The smell of skin on fire I'm turning into a monster I'll turn the heat up high I'll turn away from this mess I'm burning The smell of skin on fire I'm turning into a monster yeah Shooting in every direction Shooting stars inside our heads Shooting before you see the whites of their eyes I bet you never thought you'd see me dead no I'm turning into a monster I'll turn the heat up high I'll turn away from this mess I'm burning The smell of skin on fire I'm turning into a monster I'll turn the heat up high I'll turn away from this mess I'm burning The smell of skin on fire I'm turning into a monster yeah A monster |
Who Wrote Monster By Flotsam and Jetsam?
Brian Mcgee, Michael Joseph Macneil, Derek Forbes, James Kerr, Charles Burchill, Manchester, Smith, Adam Robert Taylor
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