Lunachicks - Born To Be Mild |
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Born To Be Mild
Lunachicks Oh Jesus loves you get on your knees and pray you'll die and go to heaven but here in hell we'll stay our Bible is our music, and tha guitar is our Lord vicious licks and broken picks the bleedind heart of Jesus we are the evil horde is hanging on our souls lightning strikes for wretched sin and death and rock and roll don't wanna be like anyone we stand out in the crowd drinkin, smokin, hanging out we like our music loud we were made to be bad and it might make you mad we're so wild you're Born 2 B Mild denim jeans and sticky dreams just a rock & roll machine hanging out with all our friends we make the people scream! dont want your god, we have our own dont wanna be just another clone you have your happy family Joseph, Jesus and Mary we prefer a wall of noise and foxy long haired boys if you die before you wake you pray the lord your soul to take don't you see it's all so fake too bad for you to have that fate preachin on the subways for all the world to hear 'cause were to ones you fear |
