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Heart Attacks Hellbound And Heartless

're heartless? Georgia peaches, southern belles Dirty keys and the way they smell And the heartless sing Drink lotsa drinks, take lotsa drugs Kiss lotsa women and fake lotsa love! Had a family, friends and

Fast hits fuel this rush of another day Petty crimes and the idea of getting away Fast lies is the currency with which I pay Fast times attach to me,

goddamn man, clean off your hands He's cut and you're cut and you don't know where he's been We've all been knicked and jailbirds, they don't fly, no

so often I hear you calling, but I can't pick up [Joan Jett] I'm here and I'm oh so lonely Yeah, sure Yeah, I lie and I drink too much And I'm real

She's a killer, for love And she can't get enough Flying real high, get caught in the web And the end result is a big ol' mess with her A killer for

Oh well, it's rocks through a window on a Friday night. Rocks up your nose helping me see the night. Get up to get down, to go geek and get up and go

it lead With that false kinda strength that you get from the movies- You'll be dead 'fore you get off the train False kinda safeness that you get from the police- False sense of each and

to you, oh Watch your back, heart attack! Every kiss was a stab and your lips let down their guard You were holding up two hearts with a joker and continued

you're heartless? Georgia peaches, southern belles Dirty keys and the way they smell And the heartless sing Drink lotsa drinks, take lotsa drugs Kiss lotsa women and fake lotsa love! Had a family, friends and