doesn?t know rock-n-roll gold! It?s like audio and murder. Blood spills from your record player And you begin to cover your ears Audio and murder?blood
Překlad: Frantics. Audio a vražda.
Just some things you can't ignore Stop to think and think some more When I'm stuck I wish for luck Because I've only got this band It's a Frantic night
Here?s a story that will pull at your strings Listen to every word that I sing A girl, a boy, and a broken heart And how they felt right from the start
She's a little fast car, she can hurt you so I got tired of her speed, so I let her go I tried to tell her, I tried to explain But she couldn't understand
Yeah! We're The Franic! Who the fuck are you? Here we go Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
My love for you has turned to hate. In just a few months, I'll be out of the state. Makin' a living with what I do. You'll see babe, that I won't need
A place in my heart and one hundred in my head "I love you, Big Papa!" That's what she said A place in my heart and one hundred in my mind You're the
Hollywood homicide No one gets out alive We?re the living dead in Hollywood Carjacks and maniacs in a sunny west coast state A town that only fame and murder
