Текст (слова) песни: Miss Black America - Car Crash For A Soul
Skilled, professional teams have created, In magnificent sweatshops, This gold-plated plastic gangster With a car crash for a soul Keep the motor running Let the good times roll On over the precipice My life came flat-packed Inside, it`s falling to pieces But the surface remains intact At the drive-in with a car crash for a soul You call this a party? It feels like a funeral
And we thought we`d died alone These braindead functions never felt like fun And now`s the time for us to say, "If we`re gonna crash, they`re gonna pay" Yeah, yeah
Tonight we shine so bright Tonight we kill the light Our star is rising Yours is falling
Shopping`s just like sex in pornos: Urgent and joyless "I`m so modern everything is pointless" With this smashed-up, burned out car crash for a soul There`s no big "FUCK YOU" We just lost all self-control
And we thought we`d died alone These branded boxes never felt like home And now`s the time for us to say, "If they`re gonna screw these corpses, they`re gonna pay" Yeah, yeah
Tonight we shine so bright Tonight we kill the light Our star is rising Yours is falling
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