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lyrics
TONE:
The nightlife. The bright lights in the big city
where every chick is more than a bit pretty
Where 6:50 in the morning is merely a warning
to everyone on the floor they better live quickly
And swig swiftly, claiming that they ain't even a teeny bit tipsy
It's a reason to get sexy
And no two lines are read the same
When everybody's on the prowl tonight for some head to bang.
SUB:
Hotter than hells oven, like gotta impale onions
In need of beatings as I leave em squeaking and squealing
the speech will be sealing your fate
When the beat is appealing with grace
I don't waste not a microsecond
Punishing something, no frontin', no bluffin', you fucking with grime and grit
Inclined to spit, divine lyrics
So spines'll split
HOOK:
Bang your head to this
Digital punk, flow with it, don't front, go schizo
Bang your head to this
T-O-N-E, S-U-B, Mr. Corsten,
We came to wreck this bitch!
Put your fist up get buckwild, don't tense up
Bang your head to this
Like you just don't care, get it punk in here
Come on y'all
SUB:
Ziggy-zone out, roll out when dark hits
Running home when you start feeling awkward
The object's taint any softness
and pretty thing you the obvious target
Out of closet freaks, that you hardly speak
Make her body weak, trying to hog the meat
Like a dog in heat, settle down
Once goth chick is now ghetto bound
Oh ish! Red, black and green glow stick with a plat nose-clip?
Fuckin' sweet
She's punk and street with a hell of a twist
Seen some things but you never seen this
Like digital punk, no E-pills, just cheap thrills
Sip Liq till I'm visibly drunk
Ready and willing to hump
Feeling you jump
Nod your head, it's hot to death
TONE:
Bang your head to this
Lift your arms into the atmosphere
Let's get a little faster here
This trance shit appears to turn a millisecond into a half of a year
So what's happening here?
We tearing the fuck outta the club, until every bit of the disaster is cleared
As we dance in the absence of fear
We don't ever let our past interfere, so we trashing our gear
Flash and appear like magic (It's sheer madness)
Your sanity's absent, you feel a bit savage
You came to forget sadness
It's eargasmic
Matter fact, it's a tad tantric, and you can't match the massive
satisfaction of hopping around until you can't even bother to stand again
Bombed from all the shenanigans
Now holler if you got a tendency to fall victim to accidents
Then you dammit you better start calling the ambulance NOW!
HOOK:
Bang your head to this
Digital punk, flow with it, don't front, go schizo
Bang your head to this
T-O-N-E, S-U-B, Mr. Corsten,
We came to wreck this bitch!
Put your fist up get buckwild, don't tense up
Bang your head to this
Like you just don't care, get it punk in here
Come on y'all
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