Letras: Eskimo Callboy. Hey Mrs. Dramaqueen.

Hey mrs. dramaqueen
what a nice moviescene
pack up your bags
piss off and dont call me back

oh my good shes keeps talking and talking
dont drink too much nanananana

fuck you dramaqueen

you have more shoes than a brain can have cells
you fucked my fridge up with your diet coke, hell!

warm beer at a campfire sucks

end or beginning
it's always the same thing
cracks in your head
instead a place in your bed

sometimes forever
it's always the same thing
you're to precious
to be mislead

hey mrs. dramaqueen
what a nice moviescene
pack up your bags
piss off and dont call me back

i hate indierock
no more romantics
i want sex and blood
almost orgasmic
it*s time for rock n roll

this is not what im longing for
light my loincloth mogli runs free
this is not what im longing for

end or beginning
it's always the same thing
cracks in your head
instead a place in your bed

sometimes forever
it's always the same thing
you're to precious
to be mislead

hey mrs. dramaqueen
what a nice moviescene
pack up your bags
piss off and dont call me back

wooohooo
i fuck you drama queen
nice and slowly
how you like
that

(Gracias a Psycho Mantis por esta letra)