Shrunken Head Kids
When you come home, you come home to a fight
The things that you do make them so confused
The thing that you do make them so confused
Shrunken head kids, shrunken head kids
Shrunken head kids, shrunken head kids
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (yeah)
We run the night, you better watch the black
A switchblade pulled, baby, into your back
We never go out, we never stay in
We find ourselves attracted to sin (let's go)
Shrunken head kids, shrunken head kids
Shrunken head kids, shrunken head kids
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (yeah)
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa
Shrunken head kids, shrunken head kids
Shrunken head kids, shrunken head kids
Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa (yeah)
Autor(es): Calabrese