Nhạc sĩ: Danny Elfman
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Born for trouble, poised for actionReady to spring out of moments of numbnessFeels like a trigger, waiting to be pulledCovered in sweat, it ain't niceHelp me please, I'm burning upI got this fire in my heartWon't let me sleep, can't concentrateEven when it's cold, I'm dripping, dripping sweatRivers running down my backMakes me slippery like a fishIf I don't stop, I might drownI might drownFalling, falling down, down, down, down, downThe cool boys beat the dustThey couldn't take the pressureThe cool girls got knocked overThey only wanted to have funWhere did they go?They fell in love and sufferedWhere did they go?They picked up guns and hammersWhere did they go?Without the true manThere's no heatWithout heat, there can't be fireWithout fire, there's no desireYour man, your manHot, hot, hot, hotYeahHey, take my babySaturday night at 110It's alrightClose the doorTo my little roomI'm starting to sweatFun starts soonA principal caught me after schoolHe gave me hellHe called me a foolHe pointed his finger at my faceI started to sweatI started to sweatI started to sweat all over the placeWar breaks out throughout the landAnd I didn't believe it's over yetIt's in the sandEnemies getting much too closeSoon he's downThe back of my neckMy fingers are twitchingThe carpet is wetThe carpet is wetThe carpet is wetThe carpet, carpet, carpetWent awayThe cool boys beat the dustThey couldn't take the pressureThe cool girls got knocked overThey only wanted to have funWhere did they go?They fell in love and sufferedWhere did they go?They picked up guns and hammersWhere did they go?Without fixing, there's no heatWithout heat, there can't be fireWithout fathers, none besideYou're making me, making meMaking me high, highYeah!The cool boys beat the dustThey couldn't take the pressureThe carpet, carpet, carpet, carpetThey couldn't take the pressureThe only wanted to have funWhere did they go?They fell in love and sufferedWhere did they go?They picked up guns and hammersWhere did they go?Without fixing, there's no heatWithout heat, there can't be fireWithout fathers, none besideYou're making me, making me, making me highHigh, high, high, yeahMake me highMake me highMake me highMake me highMake me highMake me highMake me highMake me high