Good With Grenades Lyrics
* Criminal Display Of Affection
I wanna see your hands, boys and girls Lets keep it respectable. I'm here to inflict and preach the word, And make you a better people. Would You have a seat? You're about to lose your head. Believe Me and what i say. I was wrong but He had a price to pay. Believe.. You gave it up and i lost my nerve. Hey, you gotta keep it cool. Girl, you need to learn the rules. Oh, the touch. Beating lust. Criminal display of affection. A locked door and beating walls Call for intervention. Let me guess, you count the weeks By the scratch marks on your back? Give Yourself a hand. A round of applause. You're now a registered treasonist! Of all things! You spread your legs so I'll spread the news. The papers read I killed him.
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