Ironiclast Lyrics
Band | |
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Album | Ironiclast(2010) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Hard Rock, Heavy Metal |
Labels | Mercury Records |
Album rating : –
Votes : 0
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8. Ironiclast (2:32)
You're soaking wet in the middle of a dry spell
The cold sex and the boredom sells
Heatseeker, pull the curtain down
The death pangs and the wedding vows
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, boy
What's it's like to be stoned?
Like I don't know
Oh, I know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
Snake charmer going out through the trapdoor
The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for
Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk
Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, 'boy, would you like to be
Like I don't know
Oh, I know
I got a black cloud above me too
And I got lungs to match
This trash is fucking contagious
It covers every broken inch of my bones
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold
The cold sex and the boredom sells
Heatseeker, pull the curtain down
The death pangs and the wedding vows
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, boy
What's it's like to be stoned?
Like I don't know
Oh, I know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
I've got a right to know
Snake charmer going out through the trapdoor
The black sheep the lost boys are waiting for
Fashion martyr, walk the catwalk
Your knees buckled from the weight of the cross
This trash is fucking contagious
It runs through every inch of my veins
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death mask is a bridal veil
You're so cool, you snuff out all the verve
You don't feel much but you've got every nerve
Tell the kids, 'boy, would you like to be
Like I don't know
Oh, I know
I got a black cloud above me too
And I got lungs to match
This trash is fucking contagious
It covers every broken inch of my bones
Turn the music off, pull the covers down
The death bed is the marital tomb, so cold
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Ironiclast - Lyrics
Ironiclast - Album Credits
Members
- Keith Buckley : Vocals
- Rob Caggiano : Guitars, Bass, Percussion, Backing Vocals
- Joe Trohman : Guitars, Percussion, Backing Vocals
- Scott Ian : Rhythm Guitar, Backing Vocals
- Andy Hurley : Drums
Other staff
- Rob Caggiano : Producer, Engineer
- Joe Trohman : Producer
- Bryan Russell : Engineer
- Nick Raskulinecz : Mixing Engineer
- Dave McNair : Mastering Engineer
- Claudius Mittendorfer : Engineer (drums)