Lyrics

So this is how it goes All your money's at the door Taking shots, smoking pot while your buddy's on the floor And everybody's loose, feeling cool, feeling so cool Wasted or wasting, the party's hit the mood I'm feeling kinda buzzed, why you talkin in slow-mo Slow down bro, pour a drink and relax This girl is getting closer, she tastes like poison My lips are numb and she moves too fast Her hand is a hunter, the music is thunder Wonder or wander; never look back So this is how it goes: all your money's at the door Taking shots, shots, shots (shots shots) I don't know what I don't want to know I don't know what I don't want to know Oh no no no, Oh no no no no I don't know what I don't want to know Ooooooh, oooooooh So many people, strangers, creatures Sinners' silhouette, finders and keepers Chuchotement est ma puissance En veux-tu plus? dis-moi d'arrêter Tell me a story, pain or glory Tell me about that mark on your neck Drink me, touch me, fight me, fuck me Kill my memories, make me forget We're thousands and thousands of dollars and lovers in debt You're living your life now kid, are you having fun yet? Selfishly, hoping we live happily ever Shot after shot after shot (shot shot) I don't know what I don't want to know I don't know what I don't want to know Oh no no no, Oh no no no no I don't know what I don't want to know So this is how it goes I never wanted you to know In my dreams I remember things I never cared to love in the real world I'm a prisoner, a prisoner Existence is my superstition I'm a prisoner, a prisoner This isn't god's work, this is Fruition I don't know what I don't want to know I don't know what I don't want to know Oh no no no, Oh no no no no I don't know what I don't want to know
Writer(s): Kellen Mckay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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