paroles de chanson Black in Every Color - Happy Hour

Black dress, fishnets
Hair spray, finger paint
Pentagrams and crosses
Upside down, I guess I'm off it

Black dress, fishnets
Hair spray, finger paint
Jason, Chucky, Freddie
I'd be lucky if they killed me

Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Black dress, fishnets
Hair spray, finger paint

You stare, you stare but I'm never gonna follow your stride
I'd rather be another example than be one of your kind
Strike now or forever hold your peace

You say it's dangerous (okay!)
The type of lipstick that'll leave a stain
And you're thinking that it's just another fix
'Cause you're living in the present but it's still 2006
Our bites are venomous (no way!)
We'll send our toxins right up to your brain
And you're thinking that it's all so full of shit
'Cause you're living in the present and it's still 2006

Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Black dress, fishnets
Hair spray, finger p- wait, what the fuck?
Did you take me off your Myspace top 8?
Tiffany, what the fuck?
Why'd you take me off your MySpace top 8?
I thought we were best friends but like, I guess not
Locked up inside of my room all day
Black Parade on repeat, it never ends

You say it's dangerous (okay!)
The type of lipstick that'll leave a stain
And you're thinking that it's just another fix
'Cause you're living in the present but it's still 2006
Our bites are venomous (no way!)
We'll send our toxins right up to your brain
And you're thinking that it's all so full of shit
'Cause you're living in the present and it's still 2006

Boy, I'm gettin' real tired of this rock 'n' roll music
Now son you're gettin' outta line
And this devil gon' corrupt your mind
Why don't you take a trip on home
And let the preacher man save your soul?

Well, sir, now don't you worry none
I live my life like I'm a loaded gun
So call the church, call the choir, call the nuns
'Cause livin like the damned's so godamn fun
Preach, I'll believe when my water's wine
Feet pressed on hot coal sounds so divine, whoa

By now you should know that I'm not made by design (preach, I'll believe when my water's wine)
By now you should know that I'm not made by design (feet pressed on hot coal sounds so divine)
That I'm not made by design
Oh, yeah!