Sadie Hawkins Songtext
von Doomtree

(Spanish verse for intro)
Let′s joust the fire with our sweat
Don't get tired on me yet
You can rest when your dead
All hands to the deck
Lets make this send off go correct
Toast, to the end of the world
Like its ′spousd to be said now for sure so,
Kiss the bottle, spin the girl
I forgot the re confirmed that life can be fine if you make it
Sacred, take a turn son
Maybe its a sermon, a prayer, a folded note beneath my chair
But your ready to go, never gonna know some over there
I'm sick of the sound of my voice
Kickin around at this noise
And one of the boys said


(Chorus)
I don't know what ya got but baby it looks bad
Said i don′t know what ya got but baby it looks bad
If there′s a damsel in distress she's to far gone to save, out a time
And it dont get better baby you cant talk me down from yestercline
You havent got a chance, but you could ask me dance


I need a drink, a doctor, a dj, a shrink, a locksmith, a replay
Clean it up, seven second delay or I, never get any radio play
Like pass on the right in shift stick
Pass your mic for the lipstick
Flash your smile for it
This business will kill us hope you′ve got other interests
Hold hands, till the ship goes down
Slow dance, till the gets round
Romance, had it in the pants but i couldnt make it last even
Check lost and found
I been here before, i know where it goes
It goes down, so lost my mind, my faith found
My voice, my way lost
Some friends, some fights found
But that's alright because a little bit a melancholy
Never really did hurt anybody
Even if it′s a sickness I'm oddly convinced at least it′s honset
When life gets so tragic, comic, a matress with no sheets on it
The, fact is you have it
The, task is to want it

(I dont know what ya got
It looks baaaaad)
Chorus