Текст песни Holy Mother - Shoot The News
Holy Mother - Shoot The News слова песни
Gotta bet your reputations on itI don`t ever wanna die aloneHeadlines, deadlinesGotta shoot the newsGonna make the newsI just came from boredom townLike a hand-me-downFrom a foreign groundI know, you knowCompetitions high but so am II`m at the right placeRight timeGotta have the right lookThe right line Stick it to me nowYou love the gameThe falling rainYou`re soakin` wetYou feel the painGotta bet your reputation on itI don`t ever want to die aloneI don`t wanna bet the dirty moneyBuy myself a soulYea, I know, same old danceWith the same old linesTry to think aboutWho you`ve been seeingMamma`s girl with daddy`s liesAlright, so you`re uptightAnd you made a little moneyBut it don`t seem rightBut with the right lookRight linesYou`ll make it to thePenthouse in no timeStick it to me nowYou love the gameThe falling rainYou`re soakin` wetYou love the game Gotta bet your reputation on itI don`t ever want to die aloneI don`t wanna bet the dirty moneyBuy myself a soulGotta bet your reputation on itI don`t ever want to die aloneI don`t wanna bet the dirty moneyBuy myself a soulYour boss, he says the stakes are lowDomestic wave, your chic`s a ho