Lyrics Thorn - Fyrce Muons

Shake shake shake the golden girl her foot upon a ladder
Take no pleasure holding soon her head upon a platter
Fooling round with a hole in time you coming with a tether
Shake shake shake your fist in the air anticipate it never
Face my simple anger there reflections in a camera
Don't feel sting from every blow just leave it in the hanger
Tie the rest of every notion save it for the camera
Best of all there is no reason cinch it in a manner
Shake shake shake the golden girl her foot upon a ladder
Take no pleasure holding soon her head upon a platter
Fooling round with a hole in time you coming with a tether
Shake shake shake your fist in the air anticipate it never