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You act a pansy, pushover
Do live your fancy, go lower
Who is that, something says your name
You seem chancy, moreover

The call is mine
I?m gonna get you up
I?m wanna get on top
(Repeat)

On the skew, you're dancing all over
You are the anti-fashion statement
In a blue suit, orange pullover
You look like my old dog Rover

The call is mine
I?m gonna get you upTheatre Of Tragedy - Image - http://ru.motolyrics.com/theatre-of-tragedy/image-lyrics.html
I?m wanna get on top
(Repeat)

Head crash - I can't see you
Spit teeth - I can hear you
I feel your pounding me onto the street
I?ve learned to know the taste of concrete

Why don't you follow me?

Street brash - time flies, tick-tock
Eyes flash - feels like electroshock
I feel the blood gushing, crumbling away
I know this marks the end of my hey-day

Why don't you follow me?