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I poured my aching heart into a pop song, I couldn't get the hang of poetry.
''That's not a skirt, girl, that's a sawn off shotgun, and... I can only hoped, you've got it aimed at me.''
Suck it and see, you never know.
Sit next to me, before I go.
PRUEBA... Y VERÁS.
''That's not a skirt, girl, that's a sawn off shotgun, and... I can only hoped, you've got it aimed at me.''
Suck it and see, you never know.
Sit next to me, before I go.
PRUEBA... Y VERÁS.
And did you ever get the feelings, that these are things she said before?
Her steady hands may well have done... the devils pedicure.
What you waiting for? sing another fücking... Shalalala !
Hellcat Spangled.
Her steady hands may well have done... the devils pedicure.
What you waiting for? sing another fücking... Shalalala !
Hellcat Spangled.
You used to get it in your fishnets, now you only get it in your night dress, discarded all the naughty nights for niceness, landed in a very common crisis, everything's in order in a black hole, nothing seems as pretty as the past though, that bloody mary's lacking a tabasco, remember when he used to be a rascal?
Oh that boy's a slag...
Fluorescent Adolescent.
Oh that boy's a slag...
Fluorescent Adolescent.
I'm only human, I've got a skeleton in me, but I'm not the villain, despite what you're always preaching, call me a traitor, I'm just collecting your victims, and they're getting stronger... I hear them calling, I hear them CALLING !
+ Monster.
+ Monster.
Some Cinderella in a party dress but, she was looking for a night gown, I saw the devil warping up his hands, he's getting ready for the show down, I saw the ending were they turned the page, I threw my money and I ran away, strait to the Vally of the great divide... And were the dreams roll high !
A dustland fairytale.
The Killers
A dustland fairytale.
The Killers





































































