Blackouts

He's a bad mother fucker,
16 pairs of shoes
In a closet 6 feet deep,
And 6 feet wide and 6 feet high.

Blackouts on Thursday!
Total Blackouts are where it's at.
I'm going back to high school
Where I can make out like a cat.

It's a shake down.
A mental breakdown,
Is this a take down?
We're gonna make out.

The band sort of sucks,
But the audience sucks too much.
I'm going back to high school,
Where the audience plays rough.

It's a shake down.
A mental breakdown,
Is this a take down?
We're gonna make out.

(Meet me in the parlor,
I'll stuff you full of snuff.
Meet me on the bearskin rug,
You love this sexy stuff.
Gibb, Syd, Seth, Pat, Tim:
Let's do it!)

I got myself elected,
I got myself rejected,
I'm gonna run again.



Credits
Writer(s): Klaus Meine, Rudolf Schenker, Herman Rarebell, Sonja Kittelsen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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