Breakdown

Fake fake do the dance You can't feel a thing Cotton ball plastic doll Hanging from a string Rise rise do your scene Put on your disguise Scrape yourself out of bed Shade those blood-red eyes Flavour of the month Sure they had enough Too much sugar too much fluff Boy that must've hurt Have a few of those The pain will go away Only for a little while Now go back and play Shine shine your so fine Everybody knows World class piece of ass (Or) So the legend goes Now pay for your greed The wolfs came out to feed Smile Smile give it up Show that pretty face Fix your thong sing along Keep up in the race Sigh Sigh cheat and cry The cameras are on My my you're so high Gotta realize this is Breakdown Grab your share of fame Gotta be somebody Got no sense of shame Gotta be somebody Flavour of the month Sure they had enough Too much sugar too much fluff Boy that must've hurt Have a few of those The pain will go away Only for a little while Now go back and play The tiny doubt inside your brain is bugging you again Too much heartache too much pain Do you have it in you? Smile Smile give it up Show that pretty face Fix your thong sing along Keep up in the race Sigh cry tell a lie The cameras are on There you are little star Soon they will be gone Grab your share of fame Gotta be somebody Got no sense of shame Gotta be somebody Run run for for life They'll love to see you crawl Silicon syndicate Out to get your soul Fly fly touch the sky Everybody can My my what a lie How can you deny this is Breakdown מילים ולחן - ארן אמיר הפקה - אייל קצב שירה, סינטיסייזר, בס - ארן אמיר גיטרות - אייל קצב מיקס - אייל קצב עיצוב גרפי - ארן אמיר צילום - אפרת פברן בימוי ועריכה לקליפ - רון גנבר תמונת פרומו הורד תמונת פרומו הורד תמונת פרומו הורד תמונת עטיפה הורד פייסבוק אינסטגרם יוטיוב more... Tinseldome Running late 4:23