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Paroles de la chanson 90 Seconds To Midnight par Hot Milk
[Hannah Mee, Jimmy Shaw]
Your manifesto, it's all a mess though
Seen better prose from magazines in Tesco
You spark an essay and what you say goes
Three pints down and I bet you think you're Rousseau
[Jimmy Shaw, Hannah Mee]
Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God, come friendly bombs
Your manifesto, it's all a mess though
Seen better prose from magazines in Tesco
You spark an essay and what you say goes
Three pints down and I bet you think you're Rousseau
[Jimmy Shaw, Hannah Mee]
Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God, come friendly bombs
[Jimmy Shaw]
Div on the TV, it's like he sees me
Bouncing by the ounce until I feel queasy
Here's a reset, nuclear sunset
No one's getting out alive
[Jimmy Shaw, Hannah Mee]
I was born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God, come friendly bombs
[Jimmy Shaw]
Sit down and listen, argh
Tick tock on the doomsday clock
Div on the TV, it's like he sees me
Bouncing by the ounce until I feel queasy
Here's a reset, nuclear sunset
No one's getting out alive
[Jimmy Shaw, Hannah Mee]
I was born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God, come friendly bombs
[Jimmy Shaw]
Sit down and listen, argh
Tick tock on the doomsday clock
We're the VIP's of the aftershock
Tick tock on the doomsday clock
We're the VIP's of the aftershock
[Jimmy Shaw, Hannah Mee]
Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God, come friendly bombs
Come friendly bombs
Tick tock on the doomsday clock
We're the VIP's of the aftershock
[Jimmy Shaw, Hannah Mee]
Born into chains in a world that's gone insane, so goodbye
They got a bouquet of bullets and an appetite to crucify
The gaff's on fire, it's too far gone
The guns for hire are at the door
Pray to your God, come friendly bombs
Come friendly bombs
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