Little Idiots
Awwww!
Deep down in The Temple close to MKA
Way back up in the woods among the gate of hill
There's stood a rock band made of people say
Where lived a crazy boys and they will name it Lips
Who never ever learned to sing or write so well
But he could play a rockstars like abnormal guy
Who never ever learned to sing or read so well
But he could play a guitar like a Clapton's style
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
I miss us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
I miss us little idiots!
He used to carry his girl in a shabby car
Sit down and has a coffee hear the noise of bar
The barista will see him down and date
Strumming with the rhythm that the artists made
The waitress will see him sitting (Uh! Fuck! Uh!)
Picking with the melodys like a jet and rocket
The people passing by they would stop and say
"Oh my God that little crazy boys could play"
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
I miss us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
I miss us little idiots!
His father told him, "Someday you will be a man
And you will be the legend of the biggest band
So many people came from miles to miles away
To listen to your music 'til the end of day
Maybe someday your name would be in the sun
The saints and the demons become to your fans
Maybe when your name has shone, I'm gone
But I'd scream to the God that is my little idiots!"
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
(Oh us little Idiots! Oh us little idiots!)
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
(Oh us little Idiots! Oh us little idiots!)
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
(Oh us little Idiots! Oh us little idiots!)
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my shining stars
(Oh us little Idiots! Oh us little idiots!)
Deep down in The Temple close to MKA
Way back up in the woods among the gate of hill
There's stood a rock band made of people say
Where lived a crazy boys and they will name it Lips
Who never ever learned to sing or write so well
But he could play a rockstars like abnormal guy
Who never ever learned to sing or read so well
But he could play a guitar like a Clapton's style
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
I miss us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
I miss us little idiots!
He used to carry his girl in a shabby car
Sit down and has a coffee hear the noise of bar
The barista will see him down and date
Strumming with the rhythm that the artists made
The waitress will see him sitting (Uh! Fuck! Uh!)
Picking with the melodys like a jet and rocket
The people passing by they would stop and say
"Oh my God that little crazy boys could play"
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
I miss us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
Oh us little idiots!
I miss us little idiots!
His father told him, "Someday you will be a man
And you will be the legend of the biggest band
So many people came from miles to miles away
To listen to your music 'til the end of day
Maybe someday your name would be in the sun
The saints and the demons become to your fans
Maybe when your name has shone, I'm gone
But I'd scream to the God that is my little idiots!"
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
(Oh us little Idiots! Oh us little idiots!)
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
(Oh us little Idiots! Oh us little idiots!)
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my world
(Oh us little Idiots! Oh us little idiots!)
Mama oh mama oh dadda, you guys are my shining stars
(Oh us little Idiots! Oh us little idiots!)
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Amri Ananda, Sah Ibnu Hafaz
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