Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Viva Discordia, artist - That Handsome Devil. Date of issue: 04.08.2008
Song language: English
Viva Discordia |
| Lucy’s a goth chick |
| Spit in the face of a jock at the mosh pit |
| Then the kid lost it |
| Saw her at the mall at the local Hot Topic |
| Her boyfriend was pickin' out a new chain wallet |
| Lucy’s all talk |
| She really ain’t got no heart for a fight |
| She’d rather see an art show |
| Beat her face down 'till she looked like a Picasso |
| Even ripped the ring out her boyfriend’s nostril |
| Brother’s outside |
| Smokin' on a Newport |
| Heard about his sister |
| Runnin' through the food court |
| Ran right over the dude from the shoe store |
| Rumored that he jumped down two floors, ooh Lord |
| Came right up behind him |
| The kid didn’t see him |
| I’ve never seen that look |
| On another human bein' |
| Bats in the belfry (Woo-ha) |
| Rotten on the vine (Ha-ha, ha, ha) |
| Can’t keep my eye’s closed (Woo-ha) |
| Sunny all the time (Ha, ha) |
| Put your hands where I can see 'em boy |
| Keep 'em up high |
| This place (this place) has gone (has gone, gone, gone) crazy |
| Mona from Sedona, Arizona |
| Drove to California in a beat up Toyota |
| Readin' Deepak Chopra |
| And singin' «Champagne Supernova» |
| Life it ain’t all roses |
| Though you go where you’re supposed to go |
| Woke up in a mobile home |
| Kidney sold in Tokyo |
| Jumpin' out the double wide |
| Runnin' through the trailer park |
| Tearin' off her duct tape |
| Wearin' just a pair of socks |
| Terry-cloth undies that her parents bought |
| In hysterics with their shirts off |
| Cryin' with her hair in knots |
| Smellin' like Smirnoff |
| I think the drugs are wearin' off |
| Bats in the belfry (Woo-ha) |
| Rotten on the vine (Ha-ha, ha, ha) |
| Can’t keep my eye’s closed (Woo-ha) |
| Sunny all the time (Ha, ha) |
| Put your hands where I can see 'em boy |
| Keep 'em up high |
| This place (this place) has gone (has gone, gone, gone) crazy |
| It don’t matter, matter |
| Climb that ladder |
| Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da |
| Matter and matter, matter |
| Climbin' that ladder |
| Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da |
| It don’t matter, matter |
| Climb that ladder |
| Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da, da-da-da-da |
| Matter and matter, matter |
| Climbin' that ladder |
| Da-da, da, da, da-da, da, da |
| Woo-ha |
| Daddy’s little president |
| Never found the evidence |
| Heaven sent lemon-scented |
| Medicine they fed us with |
| Said the speech |
| Read it off the teleprompter |
| Fly away |
| In an Army helicopter |
| Heavy metal concert |
| In the yellow Mazda |
| Jello shots and marijuana |
| Going off to war now |
| For a bunch of mobsters |
| Looking for Osama Bin La da, da, da, da, da, da, da |
| Bats in the belfry (Woo-ha) |
| Rotten on the vine (Ha-ha, ha, ha) |
| Can’t keep my eye’s closed (Woo-ha) |
| Sunny all the time (Ha, ha) |
| Put your hands where I can see 'em boy |
| Keep 'em up high |
| This place (this place) — has gone (has gone, gone, gone) — crazy |