Lovedrug - Black Out Lyrics
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Black Out
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What Are The Lyrics For Black Out By Lovedrug?
Lights out, punching your lights out, punching your
Hello, they call me, I am on the prowl (He's on the prowl) Hello, they call me, I am hailing a cab (He puts his hand to the air) What kinds of vermin are creeping On the streets tonight It?s 4 a.m. and I am Is creeping on the streets tonight I'll save my life for something good, oh yeah For something good, oh yeah For something good, oh yeah And when you're punching skulls On your bathroom floor, oh yeah Does it get you off? Oh yeah, does it get you off to know that Sometimes we all blackout Lights out, poor thing that I am, all alone (He?s standing cold in the rain) Hello, they call me, I am raging lightning (He puts his hand to the air) What kind of vermin are swimming On the street tonight It's 4 a.m. and I am Is coming after you tonight She saves her life for something good, oh yeah For something good, oh yeah For something good, oh yeah And when he's punching her skull On the bathroom floor, oh yeah Does it get him off, oh yeah Does it get him off to know that Sometimes we all blackout "Suck it up Dry your tears I?ll lift you up" Says the angel here Little girl Feel the rage Turn your head Walk down that hall And put yourself to bed |
Who Wrote Black Out By Lovedrug?
Ben Adams, Mark Daniel Read, Patrick Richard Mascall
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What's The Duration Of The Black Out By Lovedrug?The duration of Black Out is 5:39 minutes and seconds. |
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