BLOOD THIRSRTY BASTARDS NITE CLUB ROMANTICS LYRICS
Oh honey, no money, sorry im too late
"you, fat cheating bastards, where's our cocaine"
no big news around the block
young strip dancers knocking our door
is it wrong?
as im shambling on my own
she might be mumbling on the phone
well, im not decided if i should go back there
should i go a little nasty and get rid of here
35 years old so tired and bored, a vicious night club romantic gone..
gone mad, perhaps he came back and smiled as she waved good bye and he whole flat was on fire
night club romantics ain't that nasty
bit sarcastic, ain't that fantastic
we love dragging you down
SAY: night club romantics, ain't that nasty
bit sarcastic, well ain't that fantastic?
we don't want your sympathy nor we care about your needs
so i chased her up the stairs, stilletos stomping on the steps
searching for the right keys thinks that's all she needs
sweet scent of gasoline reaches the back of my brain
as she holds tight to the curtain i throw my fag away
Night Club Romantics
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