So I look to the sky, tell me why, tell me why, Do they all get to live, and I have to die? And the angels sing "let it shine, let it shine" Dry the teardrops from my eyes. And the bells will ring when the blind lead the blind, 'Cause the dead dead can't

Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up We'll keep them panties droppin' Everywhere I go Bitches always know That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show That Charlie Scene got a weenie

Lets get this party started Lets keep them 40s poppin' So just get buzzed and stay fucked up We'll keep them panties droppin' Everywhere I go Bitches always know That Charlie Scene has got a weenie that he loves to show That Charlie Scene got a weenie

Baby you can crash my party anytime. You can wake me up in the dead dead of the night; wreck my plans, baby that’s alright. This is a drop drop everything kind of thing. Swing on by I will pour you a drink. If you wanna call me, call me, call me you don’t have to

All these racks bombin' in, they bombin' in (hold up) Aye, count my guap, count my guap Cannot stop comin' in, comin' in Pull up in a drop drop top, she drop drop dead I pulled up in a drop drop top, she drop drop dead My diamonds dancing hopscotch, they holding hands My

I know what it is You know that you want it, baby When the night is through, will I still be loving you? Drop Drop dead legs, pretty smile, Hurts my head, gets me wild Dig that steam, giant butt, Makes me scream, I get nuh-nuh-nothing but the shakes over you

Got a devil's haircut in my mind Somethin's wrong cause my mind is fading, And everywhere I look there's a dead dead end waiting, Temperature's dropping at the rotten oasis Stealing kisses from the leprous faces Heads are hanging from the garbageman trees

Blow back derelict wind, lay my soul in the foul of the air I dropped my anchor in the dead dead of night I packed my suitcase and threw it away I fell asleep in the funeral fire I gave my clothes to the police man Shooting venom at the passers-by I'm

Drop Drop dead beauties Stompin' up a storm Lines of Hell on our face Bruised bad apples Crawling through the night Busted loose runaway Always always Thrill without a motive

Someday you’re gonna be the only one you’ve got Anklebiters You fall in love with yourself Why you want a piece of what I need? Just stop to drop drop dead Why do you care what people think? Are you hooked up to the leash You know, anklebiters