Teen Heat

Lyrics
I wanna tell you about the Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse C'mon and watch him spread his legs and birth another diva, yeah Prommageddon pit, a smash hit A prommageddon chart topper Your song is gold like the color of piss Your song is gold like the color of piss The Fifth Horseman stuffs the radio (oh, oh, oh, oh-oh) With singles until its sick to its stomach (oh, oh, oh, oh-oh) He scouts the dumpsters for a cobweb guitar To polish into a superstar Finds the gurgle of a skeleton without love Turns it into a commercial Prommageddon pit, a smash hit A prommageddon chart topper Your song is gold like the color of piss Your song is gold like the color of piss He shaves his sideburns into dollar signs He mingles with the band, his moustache made of vines A hot tub stuffed with gorgeous ass? (We want it!) Bronzed lips? Mouth full of cash? (We need it!) A sizzling tan? Life of the party? (We want it!) A full-length mirror for every inch of your body? (We need it!) And when he steals your teen heat It sounds a lot like... So store your songs here In the Prommageddon pit Because the kids are spoiled rich And they don't know shit from shit
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Credits
- Writers
- The Blood Brothers