Los Años Mueren- No Seasons

No seasons

no seasons, no cameramen in my suite, no barbershops
Rehearsal's dead, no bands, no gigs.
No bands, no gigs.

Stop!
Dont look back
Dont look back
Rejoice!
Dont look back
Dont look back
Go!
Dont look back
Dont look back

The scissors, red satin ribbons in my wrists,
The glam-o-rama on tv it's killing me.
It's killing me.

Im the king in my show
Hear me scream always loud
(Hear me scream always loud!)
With a knife in my throat...
This is my last song.
My last song.

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