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I pray for the worst to hear you bitch about theFirst real not when the needle hitsYour high five's rolling into a fist"Oh, God! Turn the radio off!He's getting into this!"And your wordsThey were all that I knewUntil I died on page in your year-end reviewResearch you don't have a clueI learned it all from youYou can swear like daggers right before my eyesYou can never be sureYou can switch to blood when the ink is dryYou will never be heardNow I write words like a target and your aim is poorSo give me your worst I don't feel a thing anymoreMy downward pathDon't you forget to mentionYou're selling out tickets to my interventionRSVP you're a hell of a friendSomehow I'll still sleep tonightRaised on your dial in a FM hissUntil I died on the air at the top of your listPointing fingers would you ever have guessed thatSongtexteI learned it all from youYou can swear like daggers right before my eyesYou can never be sureYou can switch to blood when the ink is dryYou will never be heardNow I write words like a target and your aim is poorSo give me your worst I don't feel a thingGive your worst I can't feel a thing anymoreThey sing it back 'cause we let 'em know that we mean itEyes glow in the darkest rooms and I've seen itI've been thee one down in the front believingBelieving you were the oneYou knew the songs I neededIt killed me the first time when I saw the headlineWe'll play it loudWe're drowning outYour jaded heart tonightI pray for the worst just to hear you bitch about theLast real note that I'll ever hitYour high five's rolling into a fist"Oh, God! Turn the radio off!He's getting into this!"Turn the radio offYou can swear like daggers right before my eyesYou can never be sureYou can switch to blood when the ink is dryYou will never be heardNow I write words like a target and your aim is poorSo give me your worst I don't feel a thingGive me your worst I can't feel a thingGive me your worst I don't feel a thing anymore Aus Songtexte Mania