Except your clothe,
I can't find a thing about Rock'n roll.
The way you talk is like your eyesight can not to be controled.
Come on baby,
take off the coat in rainbow.
Tell me honey,
what your bleeding heart beating for.
A man in tan,
if you want lick him over,
clear enough to say.
Don't hesitate,
if you need someone to complain the mistake.
Come on baby,
take off the coat in rainbow.
Tell me honey,
what your bleeding heart beating for.
But at the moment everything goes down,
and you start yawling ya......
If you got a bullet in your head,
it must be fucking amazing.
I can imagine the greasy dirt dashing out your head.
(If I got)One gun in my hand,
we will fire our mouthes up,
and it'll be as quiet as in grave.
But at the moment you say hey......