Heavy Meta Songtext
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Heavy Meta Songtext
Remember Sally we all remember Sally
She got caught up in an address down the alley
She liked a good time early Bowie and wine
Oh she had an operation and lacked an occupation this time
She′s gonna make it this time
She's gonna make it this time time
Oh she′s gonna make it
She's gone make it
With a poor man's tequila
She′ll tell you that she needs you
Like a novelist needs his wine
We were running from mosquitoes
Like a poor man′s freak show
While the beggars drank their face off white
It's heavy meta now
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
And then oh Johnny
Oh Johnny Johnny
Oh you′re lost in your momentum
And their letter that you sent them
Now your dying inside all your emotions entwined
And one day you will wake up and realize
It's heavy meta now
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
Repressing his urges like electric surges
The man is on a spiritual quest
But the polygamist part of his brain is the same
As the girl that came in second best
It′s heavy meta now
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
Heavy meta now
Heavy meta now
Heavy meta now
Give them what they came for
Heavy meta on the dance floor
Give them what they came for
Heavy meta on the dance floor
Give them what they came for
Heavy meta on the dance floor
Embroidering the 1960's Hells Angels dream
On a mothball ridden shrunken thrift store jacket
With a coffee and a chocolate bar the radio offends us
So we shit-talk and hold hands as we attack it
While afflicted girls hooked on Wallmart duster cans
Ignore they got a tiny tiny habit
Influenced by Darwinism yet dreaming of an Eden
Unspoiled by the greyhound chase for rabbits
Wake up still drunk
Wake up still drunk
Wake up still drunk
Wake up still drunk
Leave it to the lovers to suffer to suffocate us
Leave it to the lovers
Leave it to the lovers to suffer to suffocate us
Leave it to the lovers
Leave it to the lovers to suffer to suffocate us
Leave it to the lovers
Up in your headquarters give us some sort of order to us
Up in your headquarters
Up in your headquarters give us some sort of order to us
Up in your headquarters
Up in your headquarters
Give us some sort of order to us
Give us some sort of order to us
She got caught up in an address down the alley
She liked a good time early Bowie and wine
Oh she had an operation and lacked an occupation this time
She′s gonna make it this time
She's gonna make it this time time
Oh she′s gonna make it
She's gone make it
With a poor man's tequila
She′ll tell you that she needs you
Like a novelist needs his wine
We were running from mosquitoes
Like a poor man′s freak show
While the beggars drank their face off white
It's heavy meta now
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
And then oh Johnny
Oh Johnny Johnny
Oh you′re lost in your momentum
And their letter that you sent them
Now your dying inside all your emotions entwined
And one day you will wake up and realize
It's heavy meta now
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
Repressing his urges like electric surges
The man is on a spiritual quest
But the polygamist part of his brain is the same
As the girl that came in second best
It′s heavy meta now
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
A picture of a picture of Iron Maiden is
Heavy meta heavy meta
Heavy meta now
Heavy meta now
Heavy meta now
Give them what they came for
Heavy meta on the dance floor
Give them what they came for
Heavy meta on the dance floor
Give them what they came for
Heavy meta on the dance floor
Embroidering the 1960's Hells Angels dream
On a mothball ridden shrunken thrift store jacket
With a coffee and a chocolate bar the radio offends us
So we shit-talk and hold hands as we attack it
While afflicted girls hooked on Wallmart duster cans
Ignore they got a tiny tiny habit
Influenced by Darwinism yet dreaming of an Eden
Unspoiled by the greyhound chase for rabbits
Wake up still drunk
Wake up still drunk
Wake up still drunk
Wake up still drunk
Leave it to the lovers to suffer to suffocate us
Leave it to the lovers
Leave it to the lovers to suffer to suffocate us
Leave it to the lovers
Leave it to the lovers to suffer to suffocate us
Leave it to the lovers
Up in your headquarters give us some sort of order to us
Up in your headquarters
Up in your headquarters give us some sort of order to us
Up in your headquarters
Up in your headquarters
Give us some sort of order to us
Give us some sort of order to us
Writer(s): Ryan Matthew Corrigan, Steven Aaron Bays, Ryan Carl Dahle Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
