Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bang , by - Armchair Cynics. Song from the album Killing the Romance, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 22.08.2005
Record label: 604
Song language: English
Bang |
| Break the skin, |
| 'cause I can’t tell where your body ends and mine begins… |
| Tear the flesh, |
| I woke today feeling like some kind of masochist… |
| You manifest, |
| you bring things to be, |
| yeah, your mojo witchcraft, honey, it’s working on me, |
| I must confess, |
| pull, beg, and plead, |
| that I need your kiss like the ocean needs a breeze… |
| (Oh), |
| I go off like a gun, |
| like a loaded weapon, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| So here we go again, |
| it echoes in my head, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| So I can feel you here with me… |
| Soaked in sin, |
| baptized by your kiss and now I’m born again… |
| Bite your lip, |
| wrap my hands around your head and pull you in… |
| I can’t catch my breath, |
| sleep, think, or speak, |
| yeah, your mojo witchcraft, honey, it’s working on me, |
| so let’s make a mess, |
| tear up the sheets, |
| every whisper you speak sends a shiver through me… |
| (Oh), |
| I go off like a gun, |
| like a loaded weapon, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| So here we go again, |
| it echoes in my head, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| (Oh), |
| I go off like a gun, |
| like a loaded weapon, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| So here we go again, |
| it echoes in my head, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| So I can feel you here with me… |
| (Tear the flesh), |
| So I can feel you here with me… |
| (Break the skin), |
| So I can feel you near me… |
| (Tear the flesh), |
| So I’ll make sure you hear me… |
| (Oh), |
| I go off like a gun, |
| like a loaded weapon, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| So here we go again, |
| it echoes in my head, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| (Oh), |
| I go off like a gun, |
| like a loaded weapon, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| So here we go again, |
| it echoes in my head, |
| bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| Bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |
| Bang, bang, bang, |
| grip me in your hands… |