Dead Men Tell No Tales Songtext
von Mad Sin
Dead Men Tell No Tales Songtext
I went for a ride and I really hate what I found
Too many geeks too many creeps too many assholes fuckin′ around
And sometimes they act funny but that completly fails
I love to steal your oxygene cause dead man tell no tales
I remember that girl that stuck to me like glue
The time I was at school I fooled her so bad
I told her I would love her but that completly failed
She overdosed on sleeping pills. dead girls tell no tales
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product of a new worlds dream
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product of a new worlds dream
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product of a new worlds dream
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product of a new worlds dream
They're knockin′ on our TV screens and telling us stupid lies
You can hear them on the radio singin' "wop bop bopped di lie"
Our hate makes them get impolite but that'S a bad failure
I love to burn the stations down.you know dead man tell no tales
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product.
They′re always kickin′ at my door and they won't go away
So my blood starts fuckin′ boiling and the whole mess starts again
And sometimes I feel sorry for being such a human waste
But I feel the gallow waits.dead man tell no tales
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product.
I got one bullet left for you to receive my dear!
Too many geeks too many creeps too many assholes fuckin′ around
And sometimes they act funny but that completly fails
I love to steal your oxygene cause dead man tell no tales
I remember that girl that stuck to me like glue
The time I was at school I fooled her so bad
I told her I would love her but that completly failed
She overdosed on sleeping pills. dead girls tell no tales
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product of a new worlds dream
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product of a new worlds dream
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product of a new worlds dream
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product of a new worlds dream
They're knockin′ on our TV screens and telling us stupid lies
You can hear them on the radio singin' "wop bop bopped di lie"
Our hate makes them get impolite but that'S a bad failure
I love to burn the stations down.you know dead man tell no tales
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product.
They′re always kickin′ at my door and they won't go away
So my blood starts fuckin′ boiling and the whole mess starts again
And sometimes I feel sorry for being such a human waste
But I feel the gallow waits.dead man tell no tales
M.A.N.I.A.C. a product.
I got one bullet left for you to receive my dear!
Writer(s): Murat Calvies, Horst Hoehne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com