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Lights out

by Mindless Self Indulgence


Who the hell said any of you get a taste stupid?
Do you ever wanna get up all in your face?
You better take it.
And nothin´ you can do could make me ever go away
Fake it.
Poor baby I´m gonna make it all okay.

Punch your lights out.
Hit the pavement.
That´s what I call entertainment.
Causin´ problems makes you famous.
All the violence makes a statement.
Punch your lights out.
Hit the pavement.
That´s what I call entertainment.
Causin´ problems makes you famous.
All the violence makes a statement.

She better get with the club.

Who the hell said any of you get a taste stupid?
Do you ever wanna get up all in your face?
You better take it.
And nothin´ you can do could make me ever go away.
Fake it.
Poor baby I´m gonna make it all okay.

Punch your lights out.
Hit the pavement.
That´s what I call entertainment.
Causin´ problems makes you famous.
All the violence makes a statement.
Punch your lights out.
Hit the pavement.
That´s what I call entertainment.
Causin´ problems makes you famous.
All the violence makes a statement.

Doo doo-doo doo [x2]

ALL THIS VIOLENCE MAKES A STATEMENT!

OhhhhhhhhOhOhhOhOhhhhhhhh.
Ohhhhhhhh, Punch your lights out, OhOhhOhOhhhhhhhh.
That´s what I call entertainment.
Ohhhhhhhh, Punch your lights out, OhOhhOhOhhhhhhhh.

Punch your lights out.
Hit the pavement.
That´s what I call entertainment.
Causin´ problems makes you famous.
All the violence makes a statement.
Punch your lights out.
Hit the pavement.
That´s what I call entertainment.
Causin´ problems makes you famous.
All the violence makes a statement.

Doo doo-doo doo [x2]

ALL THIS VIOLENCE MAKES A STATEMENT!





 

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