Songtexte Clubbed to Death - Blood On the Dance Floor
Fame,
fame,
fame,
fame.
Sex,
sex,
sex,
sex.
Dance,
dance,
dance,
dance.
Death,
death,
death
death.
Fame,
fame,
fame,
fame.
Sex,
sex,
sex,
sex.
Dance,
dance,
dance,
dance.
Clubbed
to
death.
F-U-C-K
Y-O-U,
to
all
you
hatin′
bitches
that
don't
have
a
fucking
clue.
L-O-V-E
Y-O-U,
to
all
my
friends
who
had
my
back,
my
Slash
Gash
Terror
Crew.
Beautiful,
young,
fucked
up,
and
trashy.
Drinking
fighting
and
keeping
it
classy.
Synthetic
rock
stars
of
the
generation.
Surgeon
General′s
warning
violation.
Dragged
through
the
mud,
kicked
in
the
dirt.
Put
my
name
in
lights
so
bright
that
it
hurts.
I
am
but
a
beast,
dancing's
how
I
feed.
Beat
that
pussy
to
the
ground,
like
a
cleaver
to
the
meat.
Bang
that
beat
into
my
head.
Pound
until
I'm
fucking
dead.
Take
away
my
last
dying
breath.
Music′s
got
me
clubbed
to
death.
Stop
you
with
a
whomp
whomp.
Eat
you
like
a
chain
chomp.
Keep
it
blunt.
Stab
a
cunt.
You′re
the
prey,
I
am
the
hunt.
Rape
your
ears,
fuck
your
brains.
Dick's
gonna
make
it
rain.
Make
a
living,
on
making
love.
And
I
don′t
give
a
single
FUCK!
Bang
that
beat
into
my
head.
Pound
it
'til
I′m
fucking
dead.
The
sound
takes
my
last
breath.
Music's
got
me
clubbed
to
death!
B-b-bang
that
b-beat,
into
my
head.
M-m-music′s
got
me
clubbed
to
death.
Music's
got
me
clubbed
to
death.
F-U-C-K
Y-O-U,
to
all
you
hatin'
bitches
that
don′t
have
a
fucking
clue.
L-O-V-E
Y-O-U,
to
all
my
friends
who
had
my
back,
my
Slash
Gash
Terror
Crew.
Beautiful,
young,
fucked
up,
and
trashy.
Drinking
fighting
and
keeping
it
classy.
Synthetic
rock
stars
of
the
generation.
Surgeon
General′s
warning
violation.
Dragged
through
the
mud,
kicked
in
the
dirt.
Put
my
name
in
lights
so
bright
that
it
hurts.
I
am
but
a
beast,
dancing's
how
I
feed.
Beat
that
pussy
to
the
ground,
like
a
cleaver
to
the
meat.
Ha!
Ha!
Ha!
I
am
a
monster!
I′m
gunna
fry
you
like
a
lobster!
Shit
your
pants
and
die
mother
fucker!
It's
a
joyride
bitch,
and
I′m
the
trucker!
TAKE
DOWN!
The
posers
and
the
wannabes,
Feel
my
boot
grindin'
into
your
skull.
It′s
nothing
now
but
a
freak
show
massacre.
Gather
round
kids,
and
enjoy
the
show.
Drinking,
fame,
and
dirty
dancing.
Fame
and
dance
and
death.
You're
giving
up
when
getting
down.
You
just
don't
give
a
shit.
NO!
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