just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport 'Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport 'Cause love is just a bloodsport Love is just a bloodsport
Okay, you had sedatives and cold champagne They say, "That must be the price of fame" It's not a joke if you can chocke on the thought of it You're not
Get on the gospel train for my Lord is coming soon Get on the gospel train for my Lord is coming soon So you had me going too, any day I've the taste
I'll play your games with your sex, with electric shocks Learn to let myself loose and be the dummy in your snapshots I'll play your games, learn to get
Got answers for everyone endless excuses Not habit for anyone 'cos I'm trying to break your click track heart Seen a vision of perfect grace airbrushed
Don't look now, we're branded, we're the black sheep Sewn apart and Siamese, the black sheep When the water seems too deep, the shadows always wait beneath
Traducció: Sneaker Pimps. Bloodsport.
I want to be a kid again Combed down hair and Sunday best See me staying out bunking school Knowing wrong from right just rules I wish I'd never seen
So did the sympathy for me start to fade When your conscience is down Fix paranoia scars when I need all So did you ever see the north get so grey Swallows
Ok, you had sedatives and cold champagne They say 'that must be the price of fame' It's not a joke if you can choke on the thought of it You're not my
Got answers for everyone, endless excuses Not habit for anyone, cos I'm trying to break your click-track heart Seen a vision of perfect grace, airbrushed
May days, throwaways, some things here have got to stay A string of pearls, the strangest girl, happy with the western world Painless Chinese burns,
Don't look now, we're branded, we're the black sheep Sewn apart and Siamese - The black sheep When the water seems too deep The shadows always wait beneath
I'll play your games with your sex, with electric shocks Learn to let myself loose and be the dummy in your snapshots I'll play your games learn to get
Drinking enough to knife to death the dumb down Drinking yourself to death am I in touch now You ask me how to cure your headache, use a gun If you think
I've got the fuel in my head from the flesh I need to break sweat I've got the fuel and I might get offensive I might be some threat Want backdoors,
(Small town witch come to mess me up.. yeah) See black, see bloom Died on an impulse over you Caught like a corpse crawling round a dream and loving
Get on that gospel train for my lord is coming soon So you had me going to any dive that taste just left In a week of soloing, getting off on electro
