I'm just a bad. Boy la-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la-la. La-la-la-la-la-la. (Boy). All dressed up in fancy clothes. I ain't takin' the trouble. To blow my bubbles away-ay-ay
angels on the road to ruin. Let me tell you what we been doing. Neon angels on the road to ruin Highways hard in this modern world. Battered boys and shattered girls. Leather bombers that rule the
We'd feel much better if we sunk this treasure. And we laid our armor down. Now these precious metals, these captain's letters. Are no use to us now Oh, in the day we struggle with fatigue. Much
around the world. (same song). Brooklyn bombers (same song). Detroit players (same song). Chi-Town. all around the world. Said it's all love, Shore Club, M-I-A. Party at bungalow eight, when I stay. Pool
wanted, you're forgotten. People these days are watching Dexter. So God protect ya from the hell I've spread upon us. I'm terrorizing London, *** the 7/7 bombers!. Hannibal Lecter. No, no, Jack you were
English bombers across the canal. After twelve they'll all be here. I think you know the job They hung there dependent from the sky. Like some heavy metal fruit. These bombers are ripe and ready to tilt
