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Parit ekat omat biisit!
 
Tää on hyvin suora roadtrip diary:
 
EGYPTIAN THEATRES
 
VERSE 1
 
I waited for you at the LAX rental
Strapped down, locked in, looking for adventure
We got lost on LA streets
Waited in line for an hour at Pinks
 
We chased Jurassic dreams
But the only familiar face
Was James Dean over Griffith Park
 
CHORUS
 
We went looking for Egyptian theatres
They were all under notice
And we looked for Egyptian theatres
They were all -
 
We went looking for Egyptian theatres
They were all under notice
And we looked for Egyptian theatres
They were all under notice
 
VERSE 2
 
Let's go see the homes of the sea lions
We'll drive thru the mountains / Up the 101
Through ancient woods, through dying towns
These diners and falls / The perfect mixtape
 
We chased the best monsters
Across Santa Cruz
Always overtaking / the dream
 
CHORUS
 
VERSE 3 (half verse)
 
One hundred miles up the ninety-five
Well find ourselves / At the atomic inn
Its a real short ride to hells gate
Why do we lead / Stationary lives?
 
BRIDGE
 
Spoken
 
You spied a scorpio
Off the ghost train cars
Lets get lost in the desert heat
 
We sleep in the pyramid
And sweat in the arcade
Lets get lost in the desert heat
 
CHORUS
 
Ad lib to end
 
Tää on oodi ihanalle nuoruudelle:
 
NONE MORE GOTH
 
VERSE 1
 
Pull on the curtains, paint my face
Grab the white grease paint
Get it down under the collar
And behind the ears
 
I cant come out til Im dead
My image is all there is
I love the smell and I love the texture
Of big clouds of white powder
 
CHORUS
 
Yeee-eee And alls well
Wooo-ooo And alls dead
Everyones not smiling
Wooo-ooo And I want you all
 
VERSE 2
 
I grab the eyeliner and go to work
Never spare the mascara
My eyes are better than most chicks
Still I am jealous for perfect skin
 
Always ruffles and stretch jeans
Stiff Gettagrips from Dekadenz
I want lace and I want the black nails
My stereo has Siouxsie on
 
CHORUS
 
Yeee-eee And alls well
Wooo-ooo And alls dead
Everyones not smiling
Wooo-ooo And I want you all
 
VERSE 3
 
If tonights a party night
Theres no school for us tomorrow
I leave the bottles well alone
And reach for the can of hairspray
 
At night we sit in the ghost train
And wait for the piercing show
I roll up cigarettes in Bible pages
And were the most beautiful kids
 
CHORUS
 
Yeee-eee And alls well
Wooo-ooo And alls dead
Everyones not smiling
Wooo-ooo And I want you all
 
Repeat over guitars x 4
 
None more goth
Whoaaah - None more goth