[JEFF HOLLAND & ELLEN GRACE]
(Uuh) I hear screams from everywhere, I'm addicted to the heat of fever
Some may think I'm a psych (and some may think)
But my art’s bright (bright)
Shining star, big town, want to lick? Uh (uh, Hollywood or Rio)
Feeding you all on my dick (glory, glory God, God B)
You'll see me singing, Queen G being brash (brash, yeah) (lever, clever attack)
Gown, gown, to murder, turn on the camera flash
Because I’m wicked witch of the west
[JEFF HOLLAND]
This is how I'm living
Do what the fuck bullshit taunt
Do what the fuck you want
Do what the fuck performance to try to vaunt
And no passengers, baby, on my broom
They say bad things about me: BLA BLA
We are sons of bitches with patrimony
Receiving sacrifices in the ceremony
[JEFF HOLLAND & ELLEN GRACE]
I hear screams from everywhere, I'm addicted to the heat of fever
Some may think I'm a psych (psych)
But my art’s bright (bright)
We gon’ run this brain, bitch, we gon’ run this brain
Hypnotized by our singing every night, the song of the sirens in the sea
Some may think I'm not right (I’m not right)
But my art’s bright (but my bright)
We gon’ run this brain, bitch, we gon’ run this brain
[JEFF HOLLAND & ELLEN GRACE]
I hear screams from everywhere, I'm addicted to the heat of fever
Some may think I'm a psych (psych)
But my art’s bright (bright)
We gon’ run this brain, bitch, we gon’ run this brain
Hypnotized by our singing every night, the song of the sirens in the sea
Some may think I'm not right (I’m not right)
But my art’s bright (but my bright)
We gon’ run this brain, bitch, we gon’ run this brain
[ELLEN GRACE]
I'm hearing your loud screams, screams of despair at night
We are kings, queens and gods, praising until the end of time
Cleaning the dirt, we are also drying the tears of crying
I go crazy when I rescue the psychedelia in NO BAD VIBES (just ashes)
There is a deficiency in your lies
My art shines, I am pop in the flesh, I am sometimes
Out of our minds we are following the right path to rule the world
[JEFF HOLLAND & ELLEN GRACE]
I hear screams from everywhere, I'm addicted to the heat of fever
Some may think I'm a psych (psych)
But my art’s bright (bright)
We gon’ run this brain, bitch, we gon’ run this brain
Hypnotized by our singing every night, the song of the sirens in the sea
Some may think I'm not right (I’m not right)
But my art’s bright (but my bright)
We gon’ run this brain, bitch, we gon’ run this brain
Bitch, we gon’ run this brain, oh, bitch, we gon’ run this brain
We gon’ run this brain, bitch, we gon’ run this brain
Bitch, we gon’ run this brain, oh, bitch, we gon’ run this brain (yeah)
We gon’ run this brain, bitch, we gon’ run this brain
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