I'LL CALL YOU'LL SING EMBLAZE YOUR FACE IN STONE UPON THE HILL OF STARS ENGRIPPED IN THE ARMS OF THE CHANGELESS MADMAN WE'LL DANCE OUR LIVES AWAY YOU TALK ABOUT DAY I'M TALKIN' 'BOUT NIGHT TIME YOU'LL DANCE WITH YOUR LIZARD LEATHER BOOTS ON AND PULL THE STRINGS THAT CHANGE THE FACES OF MEN YOU DIAMOND PROM HAG YOU'RE A GOD TO GOLD GANGSTER YOU TALK ABOUT DAY I'M TALKIN' 'BOUT NIGHT TIME YOU'VE GOTTA LOOK FINE BEING PRIDEFUL AND DANCING YOU'RE GOING TO TRIP AND DIE YOUR DIAMOND HANDS WILL BE STUFFED WITH ROSES I'LL CALL YOU'LL SING EMBLAZE YOUR FACE IN STONE UPON THE HILL OF STARS ENGRIPPED IN THE ARMS OF THE CHANGELESS MADMAN WE'LL DANCE OUR LIVES AWAY PUT MY DOGS TO FRIGHT I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND I WANT TO CALL YOU I WANT TO PAW YOU ALL NIGHT LONG THE CITY'S SHAKING I AM THINKING BABY THIS IS THE END I'M OVERLOADED MY HEADS EXPLODED I WANT TO GET YOU AND THEN C'MON HONEY LET'S PRESS OUR LUCK A LITTLE PRAYER FOR YOU TO SUCK HERE COMES MOMMY WITH HER TOMMYGUN OPEN WOUNDS JUST MAKE HER CROON GOT ONE OUNCE OF MARGARINE LICK YOUR BABY AND WE'VE GOT FUN ME I FUNK BUT I DON'T CARE I AIN'T NO SQUARE WITH MY CORKSCREW HAIR
Compositores: Raymond George Watts, Sasch Kegel Konietzko ECAD: Obra #7639554