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Theatre Of Tragedy – Image lyrics
You act a pansy, pushover
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
Do live your fancy, go lower
The call is mine
I'm gonna get you up
The call is mine
I'm gonna get on top
On the skew, you're dancing all over
In a blue suit, orange pullover
You are the anti-fashion statement
I'm gonna get on top
You look like my old dog Rover
I'm gonna get you up
The call is mine
Spit teeth - I can hear you
Head crash - I can't see you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I've learned to know the taste of concrete
Why don't you follow me?
I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Why don't you follow me
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover
Do live your fancy, go lower
The call is mine
I'm gonna get you up
The call is mine
I'm gonna get on top
On the skew, you're dancing all over
In a blue suit, orange pullover
You are the anti-fashion statement
I'm gonna get on top
You look like my old dog Rover
I'm gonna get you up
The call is mine
Spit teeth - I can hear you
Head crash - I can't see you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I've learned to know the taste of concrete
Why don't you follow me?
I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
I know this marks the end of my hey-day
Why don't you follow me
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