Texty písní The Dillinger Escape Plan

The Dillinger Escape Plan

Highway Robbery

You'd never imagine

Us bringing a loaded gun

To the ballroom

This party's about to kick-off

Tonight is the wrong night

The devil's own are only starting up

The first round of the fight

So hang on tight

Dear mother

The needle is jabbing the womb

Draw back... and release

This child of disease

Woah... oh yeah

This mob is a riot

The outlaw youth are only emptying

The first round of the night

'Cause everything's not alright

I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs

Wool over our eyes

Now your pulse is in my palm and you stand hands-to-mouth

Wearing your disguise

It's pretty apparent

This boy is a curse

The Christ... of the moment

So blow him away

Hey... come on

And take the new number

If you're next in line

Then kid I got a really big fucking surprise

There won't be a next time

I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs

Wool over our eyes

Now your pulse is in my palm

And you stand hands-to-mouth

Wearing your disguise

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I suppose you thought you had our hands behind our backs

Wool over our eyes

Now your pulse is in my palm

And you stand hands-to-mouth

Wearing your disguise

I suppose you thought you

I suppose you thought you

I suppose you thought you pulled the wool over our eyes

I suppose you thought you

I suppose you thought you

I suppose you thought you pulled the wool over our eyes