High Score

Bravo, Encore All the ravers are still raving Game over, High scare So type your name in A perfume scented centipede We walk the same streets at the same speed. Dead as a doornail emmersed in flame. I was in no state to call And it burns a hole in my heart In my heart A ladder falls Just as i walk under A black cat dies Are these drivers getting younger, Like a sequal to another teen horror movie, But no blood is shed during the killers soliloquy. Dead as a doornail and dirt of a grave, I wasn't fit to call And the worms ate a hole in my heart In my heart I've been high as a kite But never the floor And the pupperteer holds on tight everytime the wind blows me, And i wouldn't come to close you might catch a cold, And the one remaining skill as the blowing ball rolls As the bowling ball rolls (Ahhh) Dead asa doornail emmersed in flame, I was in no state to call. (Cheering) Bravo, Encore All the ravers are still raving Game over, High score So type your name in A perfume scented centipede We walk the same streets at the same speed.