Lirieke: Powerman 5000. Somewhere on the Otherside of Nowhere. Horror Show.
Throw your hands in the air, hey, this is a robbery
And release the bats, in fact I think they onto me
Your pretty face is going to hell
That's what Iggy Pop said before they learned how to sell
Fake rebellion, you're not a hellion, you're not E-V-I-L
I can tell from the smell
Of the burning rock stars that are stacked up in piles
So take a picture and don't forget to smile
I'll give you five splats up on the Blood Splat Rating System
In case you missed 'em
That's the one from '95
It's got stories of rat boys and Kung-fu inside
The rules are breaking before they getting written
The blood from your fingers got your grip slightly slipping
It's okay 'cause we're all going down
Trouble's always brewing 'cause there's one in every town
This is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Right, take a rock from the dead king's crown
You're feeling at home when you're in a ghost town
So disappear and here's the last warning, lay down your head
Close your eyes, you'll feel better in the morning
Light at the end of the tunnel is a train
Relax your head and shut off your brain
I got nothing else
This is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Check it out
This is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Black light thriller, disguised as a killer
Not feeling sick but always getting iller
Things go erratic when the beats get mathematic
Turn up the guns 'cause they always shooting static
Yeah, I invented it but you resented it
Everything I own, that's right, you're only renting it
You want to rock 'n roll, how deep you wanna soul?
I got the shovel so tell me can you dig it?
Horror show, horror show, help us
And release the bats, in fact I think they onto me
Your pretty face is going to hell
That's what Iggy Pop said before they learned how to sell
Fake rebellion, you're not a hellion, you're not E-V-I-L
I can tell from the smell
Of the burning rock stars that are stacked up in piles
So take a picture and don't forget to smile
I'll give you five splats up on the Blood Splat Rating System
In case you missed 'em
That's the one from '95
It's got stories of rat boys and Kung-fu inside
The rules are breaking before they getting written
The blood from your fingers got your grip slightly slipping
It's okay 'cause we're all going down
Trouble's always brewing 'cause there's one in every town
This is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Right, take a rock from the dead king's crown
You're feeling at home when you're in a ghost town
So disappear and here's the last warning, lay down your head
Close your eyes, you'll feel better in the morning
Light at the end of the tunnel is a train
Relax your head and shut off your brain
I got nothing else
This is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Check it out
This is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Yeah, this is a horror show, real horror show, real horror show
Black light thriller, disguised as a killer
Not feeling sick but always getting iller
Things go erratic when the beats get mathematic
Turn up the guns 'cause they always shooting static
Yeah, I invented it but you resented it
Everything I own, that's right, you're only renting it
You want to rock 'n roll, how deep you wanna soul?
I got the shovel so tell me can you dig it?
Horror show, horror show, help us
Powerman 5000
Somewhere on the Otherside
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