歌词

Don't you worry In this party No one's rich and no one's poor We're all just fucked So dance I was hoping That by forty That the world Would have it sorted But it's fucked So dance I would call it retribution Burn it all It's the solution Revolution Now dance What you see is what you get But you ain't seen nothing yet You wanna try before you buy? And have some fun before we die? Get things going Your ignorance is glowing You're the last man standing around But no one's calling your name Cause you're boring as hell And there's no heaven or hell Except in the cell Of your mind and soul Get things going Your ignorance is flowing You're the last man standing around But no one's calling your name Cause you're boring as hell And there's no heaven or hell Except in the cell Of your mind and soul No one really told you But your eyes are really closed And as we're lying here together I'm reminded of the coast And of the time we spent together When I was myself the most And now I'm hiding from the sunlight In the shadow of a ghost Yeah yeah (You ain't ready for this) Oh Yeah (You ain't ready for this) Yeah yeah (You ain't ready for this) Oh yeah (You ain't ready for this) Yeah yeah yeah yeah Don't you worry In this party No one's rich and no one's poor We're all just fucked So dance I was hoping That by forty That the world Would have it sorted But it's fucked So dance I would call it retribution Burn it all It's the solution Revolution Now dance What you see is what you get But you ain't seen nothing yet You wanna try before you buy? And have some fun before you die? We'll have some fun and then we'll Get things going Your ignorance is glowing You're the last man standing around But no one's calling your name Cause you're boring as hell And there's no heaven or hell Except in the cell Of your mind and soul Get things going Your ignorance is flowing You're the last man standing around But no one's calling your name Cause you're boring as hell And there's no heaven or hell Except in the cell Of your mind and soul Get things going Your disbelief is showing You're the last man showing his hand But no one's playing your game Cause you're not really well And now your heaven is hell Deep down in the cell Of your mind and soul
Writer(s): Yair Y Shimrat Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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