My My Misfire The Sinatra lyrics

[** feat. Mitch Lucker of Suicide Silence:]


Well then*
The dancing was made for
High end bodies
As long as the tears
Kill us, Kill us
This room was made for
Seven, Seven
It's only what they've done

Look at this place
It's made of money
So take us to your grave
Look at this place
It's made of money
So blame it on your
Grave

The dancing was made for
bodies, bodies
As long as the tears
Kill us, Kill us
This room was made for
Seven, Seven
They'll stop at what they've done

Look at this place
It's made of money
So take us to your grave
Look at this place
It's made of money
So blame it on your grave


You just got shut by the love gun baby
How does it feel

Does it turn you on?
You turn around now your families all gone
The cameras got you cheating
Does it turn you's on
To bring the best machines up to the front
The cameras got you peeking
But this turns me on
Turn around and your moneys all gone
This cities got me screaming, screaming

Look at this place
It's made of money
Oh shit
Look at this place
It's made of money
So take us to your grave
Look at this place
It's made of money
So ready or not
Look at this place
It's made of money
Look at this place
Look at this place
It's made of money
So take this place
You better run