Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Junkie Shuffle , by - Cripper. Song from the album Devil Reveals, in the genre Release date: 18.07.2014
Record label: saol
Song language: English
Junkie Shuffle |
| Flashback! |
| Divided into episodes |
| Relive |
| The tortures on a higher dose |
| Fucked up |
| A nightmare wrapped in fairytales |
| A youth went forth to learn what fear was |
| Headfirst |
| Ghost-driven collision course |
| Cheap trick |
| Hands in holy dialogue |
| High five |
| Rate and share the alibies |
| I can’t see you so you can’t see me |
| Shock-waved |
| High up on the amplitude |
| Full speed |
| Overdosed and paranoid |
| Breast-fed |
| From venom-rooted family tree |
| I can’t say why but I don’t like it |
| Impact |
| Mirror made of broken glass |
| Make up |
| To look familiar more or less |
| Full stop |
| Mimic frozen in the move |
| I hide behind my alter ego |
| Bridge) |
| These thoughts to be told |
| These words to be heard |
| This fear to be felt |
| The silence to break |
| Ref1) |
| I got a mob and a bucket |
| And a temple of dirt |
| Can’t read the «What's left» slogan |
| On the back of my shirt |
| (Who cares anyhow?) |
| I’m with a fist-fucked-fairy |
| And a son of a bitch |
| I brought a fork and a grinder |
| To get rid off the itch |
| Caress |
| And dance with the unsuitables |
| Reset |
| The memories unspeakable |
| Whiplash |
| Neck and crop racked by remorse |
| I hope I won’t have to remember |
| Playback |
| Another day to kill the pain |
| Repeat |
| The lesson as if to explain |
| Once more |
| Panic at the roundabout |
| What goes up, must come down |
| Ref2) |
| Forgot the keys to the locker |
| Where I coffered my head |
| And so I tend to a landmine |
| To put on instead |
| (Who cares anyhow?) |
| There is this ten-ton-trigger |
| At the panic-release |
| How the hell did I get here, |
| and how can I leave? |
| Ref3) |
| I have a broken compass |
| And self-painted map |
| I am about to nothing |
| So I stay where I’m at |
| In the bed in the chamber |
| In the house of this town |
| Like in a foreign culture |
| I live here on my own |
| Did you come for the money? |
| Did you come for the show? |
| I am a puppet of action |
| …who cares anyhow? |