Lyrics DSLS - NEEDSHES

DSLS

Panic at the disco in San Francisco
Someone’s in the town, it’s getting too risky
Put on your pants and get some whiskey
We’re going up to hill back in 1460
Devil’s in the cage, we made him cry
Even he’s shocked how we’re lying
Brothers and sisters, let’s make a party
Hare Krishna, Krishna Hare
Now seriously
Whatcha think we’re doing?
Fake decisions, real ruins
Padre Francesco!
Isabella!
We messed it all up, grandpa Mandela
Little girl in da house, she looks like a fella
Distracting the world all alone, acapella
Poverty now is under control
You need food?
Just make a call
But kids in Africa still need water
This crazy world’s getting too fucking modern
We’re selling our souls for a quarter
The number you have dialed is not in service at this time
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?
Does somebody love somebody?