Testi:
Killjoys

Gravity don't mean too much to me I'm who I've got to be These pigs are after me, after you Run away like it was yesterday And we could run away If

Alright, Children The lights are out and the party's over It's time for me: Doctor D To start running and say goodbye for a little while And I know

(Na Na Na...) Drugs, gimme drugs, gimme drugs I don't need 'em, but I'll sell what you got Take the cash and I'll keep it Eight legs to the wall Hit

Everybody pay attention to me I got the answer I got he answer Street walking cheetah with a capitol G So get your hands up Now get your hands up Hide

Are you ready for a firefight? 'Cause the devils got your number, right We're never leaving this place alive But if we sing these words we'll never die

When the lights go out Will you take me with you And carry all this broken bone Through six years down in crowded rooms And highways I call home Is something

And now this could be the last of all the rides we take So hold on tight and don't look back We don't care about the message or the rules they make We

I don't like being alone Run up these streets Turn up the stereo Synthetic animals like me never have a home I'm not the one you will be walking through

rollers All you crash queens and motor babies Listen up! The future is bulletproof! The aftermath is secondary! It's time to do it now and do it loud! Killjoys