The Damned Things - Ironiclast Lyrics
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Ironiclast
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What Are The Lyrics For Ironiclast By The Damned Things?
You're soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell
The cold sex and the boredom sells Heatseeker, pull the curtain down The death pangs and the wedding vows This trash is fucking contagious It runs through every inch of my veins Turn the music off, pull the covers down The death mask is a bridal veil You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve You don't feel much but you've got every nerve Tell the kids, boy What's it's like to be stoned? Like I don't know Oh, I know I've got a right to know I've got a right to know I've got a right to know I've got a right to know Snake charmer going out through the trapdoor The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross This trash is fucking contagious It runs through every inch of my veins Turn the music off, pull the covers down The death mask is a bridal veil You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve You don't feel much but you've got every nerve Tell the kids, 'boy, would you like to be Like I don't know Oh, I know I got a black cloud above me too And I got lungs to match This trash is fucking contagious It covers every broken inch of my bones Turn the music off, pull the covers down The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold |
Who Wrote Ironiclast By The Damned Things?
Keith Michael Buckley, Robert Caggiano, Andy Hurley, Scott Ian, Joe Trohman
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What's The Duration Of The Ironiclast By The Damned Things?The duration of Ironiclast is 2:32 minutes and seconds. |
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