Fake Club Bullet Brain Lyrics
Bullet Brain by Fake Club
Oh no lots of fun you're the bullet in my gun,
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
You're my everything, you're the diamond in my ring,
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Oh I love to fall you're the brick the built my wall,
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Oh yes what a laugh you're the photo in my graph,
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Foot down, heading on the westway,
Holloway to Hollywood LA.
He said the sun is gunna save me,
Holloway to Hollywood.
And I don't know why but I know I got to go...
N N N No I don't know why but I know we got to go.
Your like a mad man on the run you're the shine that's in my sun,
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Red rum on the rocks you're the cardboard in my box
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Foot down, heding on the westway,
Holloway to Hollywood LF.
He said the sun is gunna save me,
Holloway to Hollywood I say,
Head back high heals on the dashboard,
I just got this feeling that I'm so bored.
Foot down, heeding on the westway,
Holloway to Hollywood.
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
You're my everything, you're the diamond in my ring,
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Oh I love to fall you're the brick the built my wall,
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Oh yes what a laugh you're the photo in my graph,
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Foot down, heading on the westway,
Holloway to Hollywood LA.
He said the sun is gunna save me,
Holloway to Hollywood.
And I don't know why but I know I got to go...
N N N No I don't know why but I know we got to go.
Your like a mad man on the run you're the shine that's in my sun,
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Red rum on the rocks you're the cardboard in my box
Love you like a mother loves a sister to a brother.
Foot down, heding on the westway,
Holloway to Hollywood LF.
He said the sun is gunna save me,
Holloway to Hollywood I say,
Head back high heals on the dashboard,
I just got this feeling that I'm so bored.
Foot down, heeding on the westway,
Holloway to Hollywood.