Dead boys are going out tonight They're gonna travel at the speed of light Dead boys were sleeping in the ground But now they travel at the speed of
Dead boys are going out tonight They're gonna travel at the speed of light Dead boys were sleeping in the ground But now they travel at the speed of sound
ahh (Breath in breath out) Ahh ohh ah (These fashion punk niggas got a dick in they mouth) Ahh oohh ahh (Word is bon Jovi ain't none of ya'll boys bag
the rock Is the golden age dead and gone Are the hands stuck on the clock Can you talk to Buddy's bones When you spin a forty five The king ain't dead
and you're standing on the edge holding a rose. Dead where we stand and you concern yourself with such things as your status and what's in fashion? Don
wit you) you tell them like that bitch told scarface (what she say?) I dont fuck with help [Verse 1 - Fab] They say they out for dead presidents never
The woman on top of the woman is a lesbian But the Ruby on top of woman it's a stylin' fashion Stylin fashion, it's a stylin' fashion Give me a big booty
She's watchin' videos starin' at all of the boys She's a sinner she doesn't know about Jesus' joy Yet she knows about the clothes and the latest fashion
fashion pallay oh my god what have they done with madmen rage well the dogged craze but the dead rise again you fools walk away me boy walk away me boys
want me dead in Detroit... they want me dead in St. Louis... they want me dead up in Denver... New York, L.A., they want me dead... they want me dead
friends who died ?? Well now the boy wanna run out with the boys tonight And the girls are on the corner in a fashion show all right I got their allmoter dead
a la mort j' suis abonner l'intrus me parle en echange je cree un style c'est dead j' suis wanted comme dirait un sigle un peut dirty un peut fashion
dirt, I hurt, behind the cheese and the products Faceless corpses found shot up from plastic toys Yeah, we bout some funky noise Eighty six Ma Parker and her boys
mouth Wild, hardly A man's man Who woulda knew the beach houses and wild parties Jezebel's and Stella McCartney's For years, all that How could I not be dead
Yeah, whattup, whattup? Yo, uhh, it's a man's world Yo yo, it's a man's world Yo, to all the boys and girls It's a man's world, it's a man's world Tell
Wherever she went, she left Activator I mean her neck was so greasy and black The mom even had to talk behind her back And when the boys heard about the
