Electric Guest

"Under The Gun" Damon A. born in Santa Fe To a lovely girl who knew nothing of the world He said, "Baby boy, go for the fame, go for the fame" He said, "I don't know, let me explain" All his life, it was never right Still he

We keep going, Don't stop runnig They keep seilling We don't want it Almost fed-up This thing's bound to break Why don't you make yourself available Sit back, she told me that she wanted it free It's easy Oh no, in love i'm just an animal You said yo

[ti:Holiday] [ar:Electric Guest] [al:Good America] [offset:0] [00:00.85]Holiday - Electric Guest [00:08.59]Top shelf, girl is made of gold [00:12.59] [00:16.17]Step into it, close enough to feel the cold [00:22.23] [00:23.87]Where I wait days with no

Back to sin again, must be fate the wait was all day Black acts to amend at the gate awaiting to taste Something perished past and gone away And nothing ever lasts that hesitates Cause I know these days are calling out the simple sets in the skyline

They call me a little wound-up See, I'm upset because I've always been stuck But I don't know what it is I'm without Guess I'm in love with always feeling down It was fully consumed By all of the petty things that I couldn't do All of the plastic all

Go. I know I, I won't make it don't know what to do They say that love is easy but they must have forgot you Oh she's a talking thing so full of glee But twenty-one months will not agree A second hand girl, I guarantee Will make a life hard for you a