Clubbed To Death
Blood On The Dance Floor
Clubbed To Death (2012)

Fame, Fame, Fame, Fame
Sex, Sex, Sex, Sex
Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance
Death,Death,Death,Death
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Clubbed To Death

F U C K Y O U
To all you hating bitches, that don't have a fucking clue
L O V E Y O U
To all my friends who have my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew

Beautiful and young, fucked up and trashy
Drinking, Fighting, and keeping it classy
Synthetic rockstars of the generation
Surgeon general warning violation
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt
Put my name in the lights, so bright that it hurts
I am but a beast, dancing's how I feed
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat

Bang that beat into my head
Pound until I'm fucking dead
Take away my last dying breath
Music's got me clubbed to death

Stomp you with a whomp whomp
Eat you like a chain chomp
Keep it blunt, stab a cunt
You