| Fame, fame, fame, fame.
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| Sex, sex, sex, sex.
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| Dance, dance, dance, dance.
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| Death, death, death death.
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| Fame, fame, fame, fame.
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| Sex, sex, sex, sex.
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| Dance, dance, dance, dance.
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| Clubbed to death.
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| F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin' bitches that don’t have a fucking clue.
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| L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
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| Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
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| Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
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| Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
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| Surgeon General’s warning violation.
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| Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
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| Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
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| I am but a beast, dancing’s how I feed.
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| Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.
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| Bang that beat into my head.
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| Pound until I’m fucking dead.
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| Take away my last dying breath.
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| Music’s got me clubbed to death.
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| Stop you with a whomp whomp.
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| Eat you like a chain chomp.
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| Keep it blunt.
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| Stab a cunt.
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| You’re the prey, I am the hunt.
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| Rape your ears, fuck your brains.
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| Dick’s gonna make it rain.
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| Make a living, on making love.
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| And I don’t give a single FUCK!
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| Bang that beat into my head.
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| Pound it 'til I’m fucking dead.
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| The sound takes my last breath.
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| Music’s got me clubbed to death!
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| B-b-bang that b-beat, into my head.
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| M-m-music's got me clubbed to death.
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| Music’s got me clubbed to death.
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| F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin' bitches that don’t have a fucking clue.
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| L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
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| Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
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| Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
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| Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
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| Surgeon General’s warning violation.
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| Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
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| Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
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| I am but a beast, dancing’s how I feed.
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| Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.
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| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| Ha! |
| I am a monster!
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| I’m gunna fry you like a lobster!
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| Shit your pants and die mother fucker!
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| It’s a joyride bitch, and I’m the trucker!
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| TAKE DOWN!
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| The posers and the wannabes,
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| Feel my boot grindin' into your skull.
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| It’s nothing now but a freak show massacre.
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| Gather round kids, and enjoy the show.
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| Drinking, fame, and dirty dancing.
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| Fame and dance and death.
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| You’re giving up when getting down.
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| You just don’t give a shit.
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| NO! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clubbed to Death, artist - Blood On The Dance Floor. Album song Rip 2006-2016, in the genre Электроника