My My Misfire - The Sinatra (Feat. Mitch Lucker of Suicide Silence) | Текст песни

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• My My Misfire
• The Sinatra (Feat. Mitch Lucker of Suicide Silence)

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The desert was made for hiding bodies
The liars, the cheaters, cameras, cameras
These boots were made for stomping, stomping
And stomping's what they'll do

Look at this place
It's made of money
So take this to your grave
Look at this place
It's made of money
So weigh me on your grave

The desert was made for hiding bodies
The liars, the cheaters, cameras, cameras
These boots were made for stomping, stomping
And stomping's what they'll do

Look at this place
It's made of money
So take this to your grave
Look at this place
It's made of money
So weigh me on your grave

You just got shut by the love gun baby
How does it feel?

Does it turn you on?
You turn around and your family is all gone
The cameras caught you cheating
'Cause it turns them on
To bring the best machines up to the front
The dancers caught you peaking
'Cause it turns me on
You turn around and your money's all gone
This cities got me screaming (screaming)

Look at this place
It's made of money
Oh shit

Look at this place
It's made of money
So take this to your grave
Look at this place
It's made of money
So weigh me on your grave

Look at this place
It's made of money
Look at this place
Look at this place
It's made of money
Look at this place

You better run

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