Letras:
Pink Spiders

Young and wasted Look at me now I'm the King of California Straight out of Tennessee Come on baby Crash on my couch You've got that Hollywood nosebleed

Adalae, your every moment is a masterpiece Adalae, you're only precious 'til you meet your needs Adalae, you say we'll see you on the silver screen But

Hey, gimme, gimme chemicals Gimme the fix, gimme back control A white hot white revival We?re gonna be saved tonight A twist in hand with some friends

And now were hiding in towers Cracking security codes Jilted hearts to build jilted lovers And we are skyscrapers and its considered entrapment and

She whispers like a megaphone Its less than subtle and not quite love Cause I can never be alone I asked for space and then she grabbed my shirt and

The polyester vest she wears at the arcade On a break from tearing tickets Every minute spent on this old pinball machine Savin' up her money to pay

Oh, fashionistas seen policing souvenirs Keepsakes from days I wish that I wasn't here Still think it's so hard You're not whole, you're a shell I think

Knock, knock, knock, before you enter 'Cause the chances are I'm with another On the floor all tangled up Trying to forget when we were sober So knock

Hey, hey, little razorblade Girl, you're so so dangerous You say you wanna try and get away And that's just so obvious I got the keys so let's put it