USER. Kid Guerilla. Zeneszám

Desert rose
In a teenage dream
You were burnt alive
By the heat of the street
It made your head all hot
You couldn?t answer the facts
You just don?t know
Blow my head off

Kid guerilla
You?re such a killa
My kid guerilla
You?re such a killa

In a masquerade
You were mesmerized
By the beat of the whip
You swung your legs up high
You couldn?t answer them back
You just don?t know
Blow my head off

Kid guerilla
You?re such a killa
My teenage honey
You?re such a killa

Downtime

In a teenage dream
In masquerade
You don?t know
In a fantasy
In a teenage dream
Go


Just a little kiss
To make it go away
You lack
Just a little push
To help her come awake

In masquerade
You just don?t know
Blow my head off

Kid guerilla
You?re such a killa
My kid guerilla
Make me money
over and over now

Kid guerilla
You?re such a killa
My teenage honey
Make me money
Over and over now