Home | Links | Contact Us | Top 100 | Submit | Bookmark Search lyrics: A   B   C   D   E   F   G   H   I   J   K   L   M   N   O   P   Q   R   S   T   U   V   W   X   Y   Z   #   HOME    W    Warrant Andy-Warhol-Was-Right Lyrics Twisted Little Daydreams Memories with pain Locking me behind the closet door I will be a good boy Promise I wont run Sit quite in my room Playing with my toy gun Now I'm older but the memories still eat me like disease. Alone in the darkness watching you on my t.v. Why did God make you so famous when he only spit on me. I want to bathe in your light. I want to be on the news. If I take your life its nothing personal. Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attention. I'm sitting on the steps. The sun is sinking low. The world gets very quiet as the street lamps start to glow. I step out and I raise my gun time just seems to slow. For a moment I can see myself trapped in your reflection. I'm angry and I'm lonely and I'm dying for attention. I want to bathe in your light. I want to be on the news. If I take your life its nothing personal. Just a boy and his toy gun dying for attention. Dying for attention. Mama Warrant Lyrics Visitors interested in Andy-Warhol-Was-Right Lyrics may also interested in:    D.R.I. Lyrics    David Banner Lyrics    Pig Destroyer Lyrics    The Donnas Lyrics    Chely Wright Lyrics    Machine Gun Fellatio Lyrics    Miranda Lambert Lyrics    Death Lyrics    Shadow Gallery Lyrics    Aqualung Lyrics    Green Day Lyrics    Teenage Fanclub Lyrics    Delirious? Lyrics    Days Away Lyrics    Digital Ruin Lyrics    Sammy Kershaw Lyrics

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