Tekster:
Bombshell

your legs become desire Bombshell from hell, godless Jezebel Bombshell from hell, got no soul to sell Bombshell from hell, bombshell from hell Bombshell, bombshell from hell Bombshell, bombshell

I've got a bad bad feeling When I see all these kids in their roles A coming rebound, an undermined ground I pass by the home of broken souls I've got

My friends and I, we share the same goals Had the same goals since I was 16 We've got the same kind if fighter soul Come and look, it burns like gasoline

You're moving straight just like a tank In your brand new custom made role You're the crowned king of the cheapest tricks A welfare's antipole Suit,

See another day I try to kill the time But this time it stays alive You could say I'm a long distance caller 40 minute action And a 10 hour drive Some

Man I got to tell you this feeling inside i get when, me and my boys are synchronized. Like a little explosion in what's left in my brain, telling me

Got eight hours till the coming sunrise Till another day of artificial grace Oh, in my mind I'm chasing bad guys Through empty streets and dark alleyways

Sometimes, I feel like time is running out on me As if the hands turn way too fast My mind is one step ahead of me And me, I'm stuck in the past And

Can't explain the feeling 'Cuz it comes from deep inside But I know you can't deny the power There's no way, no, there's no way This feeling can be denied