EMD Can we get a freakin' TECHNO thread or what?




Would you like to come meet the wolves who love you?
I know the alleys where they like to hide, though I
Just have to wonder what wing you think that you're under
You haven't got the years nor mind to fly

Little lover, you're in trouble
You can't try to, try to change their minds
You're guilty of their crimes

Now, you see why as you fall forward I'm one step behind you
I know you have always wanted this, so I let the children play
Now, let this party start, put murder back in art

Would you like to come meet the wolves who'd love to
Show you exactly what it takes to play our game?
But I must warn you that once they've taken to you
It will take more than you've got to scare them away, away

Little lover, you're in trouble
You can't try to, try to change their minds
You're guilty of their crimes
Now, you see why as you fall forward I'm one step behind you

Oh, you're so brave, oh, you are so bold
So, so why wait? Use your youth before it gets old
Little lover, you're in trouble
You can't try to, try to change their minds
You're guilty of their crimes
Now, you see why as you fall forward I'm one step behind you

I know you have always wanted this, so I let the children play
Now, let this party start, put murder back in art
I know you have always wanted this, so I let the children play
Now, let this party start, put murder back in art
I know you have always wanted this, so I let the children play
Now, let this party start, put murder back in art

Songwriters: David Paden Marchand / Jade Errol Puget
 
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Is this a reflection of my vanity?
Or a soft rejection of everything "me"?
I can't deny, oh our cowboy nights weren't right
But I am here for the ride
Can you deny what I'm saying now?
I might if our friends read between the lines

Secrets cry out
Severance dance now
Until you wake up on my floor, crashed out
And who admits we're something more is cast out

In luxury's hours, with looks libertine
I couldn't give you what you couldn't give me
And so it shone in between us like bright designer knives
For Rose Alley fights
How can you traipse peaceful even though I carry mine?

Secrets cry out
Severance dance now
Until you wake up on my floor, crashed out
And who admits we're something more is cast out

Or is it nothing more
Than that I'm a bore
In denying faith
Not Christian Dior
Yet you took my knife like that cowboy bed
So I might, fall on yours

Secrets cry out
Severance dance now
Until you wake me at my door, cashed out
And who admits we're something more is cast out
 
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