paroles de chanson Bats in the Attic - Rifle

Not afraid of anything except maybe the sun
Sometimes you bleed when you're having too much fun
It's after Midnight time to turn some heads
Taste it on the air, you've come off your meds

Chewing on tinfoil
Head full of static
Closet full of skeletons
You've got bats in the attic
Whoa, Bump in The Night
Whoa, you go Bump in The Night

Put on your armor and paint your face for war
What's out there in the darkness that you're looking for?
Painful absolution for all of this regret?
Or just another chew-toy to help to you forget?

Chewing on tinfoil
Head full of static
Closet full of skeletons
You've got bats in the attic
Whoa, Bump in The Night
Whoa, you go Bump in The Night

You've got your bruises, you've got your scars
Pissing in the gutter and spitting at your stars
Nothing they can show you is worse than what you've seen
Nowhere half as ugly as the places you have been

Chewing on tinfoil
Head full of static
Closet full of skeletons
You've got bats in the attic
Whoa, Bump in The Night
Whoa, you go Bump in The Night