Letra

Ugh Lucy's a goth chick Spit in the face of a jock at the mosh pit Then the kid lost it Saw her at the mall at the local Hot Topic Her boyfriend was pickin' out a new chain wallet Lucy's all talk She really ain't got no heart for a fight She'd rather see an art show Beat her face down 'till she looked like a Picasso Even ripped the ring out her boyfriend's nostril Brother's outside Smokin' on a Newport Heard about his sister Runnin' through the food court Ran right over the dude from the shoe store Rumored that jumped down two floors, ooh Lord Came up behind 'em The kid didn't see 'em I never seen that look On another human bein' Bats in the belfry (Woo-ha) Rotten on the vine (Ha-ha, ha, ha) Can't keep my eye's closed (Woo-ha) Sunny all the time (Ha, ha) Put your hands where I can see 'em boy Keep 'em up high This place (this place) - has gone (has gone, gone, gone) - crazy Mona from Sedona, Arizona Drove to California in a beat up Toyota Readin' Deepak Chopra And singin' "Champaign Supernova" Life it ain't all roses Don't you go where you're supposed to go Woke up in a mobile home Her kidney sold in Tokyo Jumpin' out the double wide Runnin' through the trailer park Tearin' off her duct tape Wearin' just a pair of socks Terry-cloth undies that her parents bought In hysterics when the sheriff stopped Cryin' with her hair in knots Smellin' like Smirnoff I think the drugs are - wearin' off Bats in the belfry (Woo-ha) Rotten on the vine (Ha-ha, ha, ha) Can't keep my eye's closed (Woo-ha) Sunny all the time (Ha, ha) Put your hands where I can see 'em boy Keep 'em up high This place (this place) - has gone (has gone, gone, gone) - crazy [Break] It don't matter, matter Climb that ladder Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da Matter and matter, matter Climbin' that ladder Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da It don't matter, matter Climb that ladder Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da Matter and matter, matter Climbin' that ladder Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da Woo-ha Daddy's little president Never found the evidence Heaven sent lemon-scented Medicine they fed us with Said the speech Read it off the teleprompter Fly away In an Army helicopter Heavy metal concert In the yellow Mazda Jello shots and marijuana Going off to war now For a bunch of mobsters Looking for Osama Bin La da, da, da, da, da, da, da Bats in the belfry (Woo-ha) Rotten on the vine (Ha-ha, ha, ha) Can't keep my eye's closed (Woo-ha) Sunny all the time (Ha, ha) Put your hands where I can see 'em boy Keep 'em up high This place (this place) - has gone (has gone, gone, gone) - crazy
Writer(s): Jeremy V. Page, Christian Oppel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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