Final Stage
80's in the 80's
I would like to love some ladies
Three squared meters, fifty minutes and a glass of Frangelico
Some laughters and three beers
Some stupid who can't see the lyrics of a song that need some feelings
Falling on the knees and firing the stage
Breaking the glass in front of her face
We play outside, outside, outside
The last famous words
And this could be our final song
And we're alive, alive, alive
With red eyes on the face
This could be our Final Stage
Daughter, Eddie's daughter
Lord guitar and constant laughters
Mesa or Fender, please take one
Please just use one sound
The frontman's yelling, please stop, he's just a friend
Please honey, shut up, talk less
You probably need some sex
Save public decency
The little one with the falling stick
The moments when we lose control
The trio screams WOW A HOLE
We play outside, outside, outside
The last famous words
And this could be our final song
And we're alive, alive, alive
With red eyes on the face
This could be our
(And everything) and everything is powerful
All the things we've done, we'll do
We only have one thing to say
We'll always be here, and we'll break the stage
We play outside, outside, outside
The last famous words
And this could be our final song
And we're alive, alive, alive
With red eyes on the face
This could be our
Final Stage, final stage
Final Stage, final stage
Final, final
FINAL STAGE
I would like to love some ladies
Three squared meters, fifty minutes and a glass of Frangelico
Some laughters and three beers
Some stupid who can't see the lyrics of a song that need some feelings
Falling on the knees and firing the stage
Breaking the glass in front of her face
We play outside, outside, outside
The last famous words
And this could be our final song
And we're alive, alive, alive
With red eyes on the face
This could be our Final Stage
Daughter, Eddie's daughter
Lord guitar and constant laughters
Mesa or Fender, please take one
Please just use one sound
The frontman's yelling, please stop, he's just a friend
Please honey, shut up, talk less
You probably need some sex
Save public decency
The little one with the falling stick
The moments when we lose control
The trio screams WOW A HOLE
We play outside, outside, outside
The last famous words
And this could be our final song
And we're alive, alive, alive
With red eyes on the face
This could be our
(And everything) and everything is powerful
All the things we've done, we'll do
We only have one thing to say
We'll always be here, and we'll break the stage
We play outside, outside, outside
The last famous words
And this could be our final song
And we're alive, alive, alive
With red eyes on the face
This could be our
Final Stage, final stage
Final Stage, final stage
Final, final
FINAL STAGE
Credits
Writer(s): Daniele Ravagnan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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