Got a sheer heart attack enthusiasm
for the big loud guitar thrash
rocking up a fat one, reduce you all to ash
with a first class ticket to hot zone
no-one's gonna kill me with their misery drone
Coz I'm burning up the ballroom
doing backflips off the floor
climbing up the curtains and kicking down the door
don't give a toss if you all stare
at my replacement hips and lime green hair
Got a sheer heart attack enthusiasm
for all things quite bizarre
go shout it up to jesus coz i'm gonna be a star
the time is mine get used to it
think you're shit-hot, but you're just shit
There's no skeletons in my closet
they're all out here having fun
you think the party's over it's only just begun
we own the place and that's a fact
so shuv it up your sunshine or your limbs won't stay intact
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