Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Satan Takes A Holiday
Satan Takes A Holiday
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Idfalk
Alexander Idfalk
Songwriter
Fred Burman
Fred Burman
Songwriter
Johannes Lindsjöö
Johannes Lindsjöö
Songwriter
Svante Nordström
Svante Nordström
Songwriter

Songteksten

I've been around
I know the game
What i have found
It's all the same
Inside your house
Beneath the mud
All made of sand
There will be blood
On the floor
It's on the floor
On the floor
All around your house
It's on your hands
On your hands
On your hands
Its all on your hands
Something had to change
You glued yourself to me
Sell me something new
Another weekend
With the glitterati
Who? who?
Who do you voodoo?
Who? who?
I voodoo you
Hey
Bang bang baby
You're going down
You've got blood on you
And you're going to die
I got the time
I got the time
I got the time
Yeah i've got the time
On the floor
You're on the floor
On the floor
And you're going to die
Diluted to the core
You step onto a scene
Where you sell your soul
For just one shot
At clubbing with the gliterati
Who? who?
Who do you voodoo?
Who? who?
Tell it to me!
I voodoo you
Who? who?
Who do you voodoo?
Who? who?
I voodoo you
Hey
Bang bang baby
You're going down
You've got blood on you
And you're going to die
Written by: Alexander Idfalk, Fred Burman, Johannes Lindsjöö, Svante Nordström
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