Come Out Come Out Songtext
von Brunhilde
Come Out Come Out Songtext
For that shit i think my life is too short
I wanna rock my ass of not being ignored
Is your life sweet rotten smell
Why don′t you look at me, I'm hot as hell
Try too trace
The time is ripe, my fancy dies
I must find you before sunrise
Blind, cause the sky to bright
My search will lasts until moonlight
Until moonlight
Come out, come out wherever you are
The drug of life is the sound of a guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
Let′s do it in the back seat of my car
Come out, come out wherever you are
The drug of life is just a sound of a guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
Let's do it in the back seat of my car
A bullet for my valentine
To many drugs and bottles of wine
Grateful to have met you
And still I wonder, where are you
Where are you
When you're gone I dig in the dirt
6 feet under I cannot be heard
You′re such a big disgrace
Down there, is your perfect place?
Perfect place
Come out, come out wherever you are
The drug of life is the sound of a guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
Let′s do it in the back seat of my car
Come out, come out wherever you are
The drug of fucking life is the sound of a guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
Let's do it in the back seat of my car
Let′s do it in the back seat of my car
Let's do it in the back seat of my car
I wanna rock my ass of not being ignored
Is your life sweet rotten smell
Why don′t you look at me, I'm hot as hell
Try too trace
The time is ripe, my fancy dies
I must find you before sunrise
Blind, cause the sky to bright
My search will lasts until moonlight
Until moonlight
Come out, come out wherever you are
The drug of life is the sound of a guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
Let′s do it in the back seat of my car
Come out, come out wherever you are
The drug of life is just a sound of a guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
Let's do it in the back seat of my car
A bullet for my valentine
To many drugs and bottles of wine
Grateful to have met you
And still I wonder, where are you
Where are you
When you're gone I dig in the dirt
6 feet under I cannot be heard
You′re such a big disgrace
Down there, is your perfect place?
Perfect place
Come out, come out wherever you are
The drug of life is the sound of a guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
Let′s do it in the back seat of my car
Come out, come out wherever you are
The drug of fucking life is the sound of a guitar
Come out, come out wherever you are
Let's do it in the back seat of my car
Let′s do it in the back seat of my car
Let's do it in the back seat of my car
Writer(s): Kurt Bauereiss, Carolin Bauereiss Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com