Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Freshmint!, artist - Regurgitator. Date of issue: 10.10.2002
Song language: English
Freshmint! |
| We’re on the way up |
| I don’t want to stop |
| We’re goin' to the top |
| There’s nothing stopping us now |
| We’re not going to lose |
| And yeah we’ve got all the moves |
| Just keep the shine in our shoes |
| We’ll never let you down |
| No pain no gain |
| Light up the sky like a flame |
| And bum a whole in your brain |
| No more decisions are ours |
| And when you’re where it’s at |
| You can’t do better than that |
| How could it be such pap? |
| One thing I never knew |
| And everytime I go to bed |
| These things keep running through my head |
| There’s nothing going on out there… |
| (Nothing going on out there…) |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| And take too many drugs in a celebrity bar |
| K k k keep my skin soft and shining from afar |
| For my high speed death in the back of a car |
| We’re on the way down |
| And when you hit the ground |
| You know you make no sound |
| And no-one sweeps you away |
| It’s tough at the top |
| You never know when you’ll pop |
| But when you’ve got what you’ve got |
| You never think twice |
| You don’t remember my name |
| You don’t remember my face |
| Thought it was burnt on your brain |
| Was it so long ago? |
| And now I’m losing my hair |
| You know that just can’t be fair |
| And next to nobody cares when it’s over |
| And everytime I go to bed |
| These things keep running through my head |
| There’s nothing going on out there… |
| (Nothing going on out there…) |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| And take too many drugs in a celebrity bar |
| K-k-k-keep my skin soft and shining from afar |
| For my high speed death in the back of a car |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| And we could boot champagne and snort caviar |
| S-s-s-stick with me honey and you’ll go far |
| As we watch the world burning from a heated spa |
| Burn, baby, burn |
| Burn, baby, burn |
| Burn, baby, burn |
| Burn, baby, burn |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| And take too many drugs in a celebrity bar |
| K-k-k-keep my skin soft and shining from afar |
| For my high speed death in the back of a car |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| And we could boot champagne and snort caviar |
| S-s-s-stick with me honey and you’ll go far |
| As we watch the world burning from a heated spa |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |
| B-b-b-baby I could be your superstar |