We're back with the fear Feels good to be here Neurotic alcoholic Make mine the gin and tonic
The kids in VIP are really making me angry With lines around the block and inside the place it's empty So step to the right. Don't give up the fight When you're standing in the dark, it's hard to see the light
One more, one more, and they close that door He told me he was young, I said "Well what is that good for? " Nobody stays that way, and day after day All you get is the stick while you're waiting for your pay Trap door, trap door, in the ceiling and the floor Disappear, disappear, everybody feel the fear You always did the things they told you to You always bought that shit they sold you, sold you
I'm back with the hate. So sorry I was late Yeah my name was on the list But they said I had to wait The kids in VIP are all looking for a family Their teeth are made of gold, but their wallets are empty So step to the right. Don't give up the fight Yeah we're standing in the dark, but we're looking for the light
Trap door, trap door in the ceiling and the floor Disappear, disappear, everybody feel the fear You always did the things they told you to You always bought that shit they sold you
One more, one more and they close that door He told me he was young, I said "well what is that good for? " Nobody stays that way, and day after day All you get is the stick while you're waiting for your pay
Trap door Trap door
Compositores: Amy e Millan (Amy Millan), Christopher Allen Seligman (Chris Seligman), Patrick Mcgee (Stars), Evan Whitney Cranley (Evan Cranley), Torquil John Campbell (Torquil Campbell), Christopher Alexander Mccarron (Mccarron Chris) ECAD: Obra #12078823 Fonograma #14372149