Nhạc sĩ: Tim Rogers
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
One, one, one, one, one... Let's go! Let's go! Feeling funny, we don't talk anymore Cause I'm built to be spilt, far too light Don't wanna worry about you Apple in the bunch, sweetness and salt Don't listen to that crunch Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, *** yeah I'm dressed for comfort It's a disaster Let's get it together Before this *** faints But you need to pay Bet you're mine to keep I'm the new Pompeii Feeling funny, you don't see me anymore A ghost, a desperate husband Always looking through the door Don't know why I feed my head Feed my head, feed my devil Cause he's fed Too deep for clarity Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, *** yeah I'm dressed for comfort It's a disaster Let's get it together Before this *** faints But you need to pay Bet you're mine to keep I'm the new Pompeii Pompeii, Pompeii Pompeii, Pompeii Pompeii, Pompeii New Pompeii The new Pompeii The new Pompeii New Pompeii New Pompeii New Pompeii New Pompeii New Pompeii Oh, I swear