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Aint' you a pretty little Pinterest witch Paid for your crystals with your crucifix I bet you'd never let a good guy ghost ya But you'd do anything for a lost boy won't ya? I'll come if you insist If you invite me in Work the camera baby, I'll be working these angles Don't you know the devil owns the city of angels Flyer than a bat out of hellfire Walking dead I'm an LA satire Stake through the heart burn me at the church pyre Hollywood Hollywood vampire Mama I can't come home I already sold my soul For fortune, fame, and a fix At the crossroads on route 666 Mama I laid my soul at the alter of rock & roll For fortune, fame, and a fix After sunset on that sunset strip Flyer than a bat out of hellfire Walking dead I'm an LA satire Stake through there heart burn me at the church pyre Hollywood Hollywood vampire Flyer than a bat out of hellfire Walking dead I'm an LA satire Skeleton king got the keys to the empire Hollywood Hollywood vampire Girl It's full moon, it's all blue Shawty you such a bad thing, the rent due Oh but I can save ya, it's okay You won't get no paper, that way Show me what you gone do, for that thrill You wanna be a pop star, and pop pills Oh well I can take ya, it's okay Take you all way there, to your grave yea I'll come if you insist If you invite me in Work the camera baby, I'll be working these angles Don't you know the devil owns the city of angels Flyer than a bat out of hellfire Walking dead I'm an LA satire Stake through the heart burn me at the church pyre Hollywood Hollywood vampire Flyer than a bat out of hellfire Walking dead I'm an LA satire Skeleton king got the keys to the empire Hollywood Hollywood vampire Hollywood Hollywood vampire Hollywood Hollywood vampire
Writer(s): Joe Ginsberg, Audra Mae Butts, Zak Waters, Quint Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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