Paddy and the Rats - Hymns For Bastards (2011) - 13. Wicked Suicide | Текст песни

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• Paddy and the Rats - Hymns For Bastards (2011)
• 13. Wicked Suicide

Cigarette's smoking to the red light
Flowers are dying in the arms of blight
When I take my final position
Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Sometimes they call me super hero
Sometimes I’m less than the zero
Never fear, gotta face the hangman
Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Lemonade like bricks in the barricade
Liquid flesh drops on the razor blade
Bitter pills turn to sweet on tounge
Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

When I tear up the silhouette of angels
In my heart I feel like I’m a stranger
Someone take my last breath away
Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Wicked suicide of my soul

Could I write the diary of a madman
Sometimes I feel like I’m pregnant
With full of hate, hide behind the masquerade
Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Feel all alone, I’m hangin’ on a satellite
I just make some alien sacrifice
It's more than a suburban sci-fi
Kiddo, Weirdo, Hero, Fuck off

Wicked suicide of my soul

A big cleft side - one step to fall
Drain your fucking blood for the rock n roll
One for fun, two for the show
Make some breaking news in the radio

Wicked suicide of my soul

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