The Last to Fall

Ladies and gentlemen, all back from hell
We'll only share good times, until we're dead
Til dawn gonna drink, hope we can meet
Each night is the best time to reborn and breathe
Take out the barrels of whisky and beer
Take out the towels, get ready for anything
Turn off the phone, we live it for real
Tomorrow does not exist, we'll spew up at least
Because

Anything could happen now
Forget caution, sing it loud
Hear the sirens getting closer to

REARRANGE YOUR DIRTY FACE
HOLD YOUR PANTS AND CLAP YOUR HANDS
FIGURE OUT TO BE THE BRAVEST
THE LAST TO FALL WILL BE A BASTARD

REARRANGE YOUR DIRTY FACE
HOLD YOUR PANTS AND CLAP YOUR HANDS
FIGURE OUT TO BE THE BRAVEST
THE LAST TO FALL WILL BE A BASTARD

REARRANGE YOUR DIRTY FACE
HOLD YOUR PANTS AND CLAP YOUR HANDS
FIGURE OUT TO BE THE BRAVEST
THE LAST TO FALL WILL BE THE MASTER



Credits
Writer(s): Jérémy Grillet, Kevin Devesa, Romain Terrier
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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