Song Lyrics
oh your style took a turn for the bad
Oh oh faggots in the fire, watch his eye you might fall into a trance
Oh mamas boy s on the run, and with your glitter you turn it on turn it on The, when the magic is high in the air
Golden laden soldiers are, oh oh faggots in the fire
oh oh faggots in the fire
Tearing down these walls of light, watch his eye you might fall into a trance Fire, are you hiding your head in the sand
To have the might not to roll but make it right, white lines faces of any kind
oh oh faggots in the fire
And who knows the keepers of those, oh oh faggots in the fire
Oh oh faggots in the fire, oh mamas boy s on the run
do these visions you see make you feel like a man
And with your glitter you turn it on turn it on, oh your style took a turn for the bad
Golden laden soldiers are, and with your glitter you turn it on turn it on The, oh oh faggots in the fire
Watch his eye you might fall into a trance, oh oh faggots in the fire, oh oh faggots in the fire
Tearing down these walls of light, and with your glitter you turn it on turn it on, oh mamas boy s on the run
oh oh faggots in the fire
Oh oh faggots in the fire, white lines faces of any kind Fire, oh oh faggots in the fire
Oh mamas boy s on the run, do these visions you see make you feel like a man
Fly low the dragons of shadow dance, golden laden soldiers are
oh your style took a turn for the bad
Are you hiding your head in the sand, oh your style took a turn for the bad
When the magic is high in the air, oh oh faggots in the fire, tearing down these walls of light
Oh oh faggots in the fire, oh oh faggots in the fire Hobbit, fly low the dragons of shadow dance
White lines faces of any kind, oh mamas boy s on the run
Oh your style took a turn for the bad, white lines faces of any kind, oh oh faggots in the fire
Can t decide what s on the other side, oh your style took a turn for the bad
Oh oh faggots in the fire, oh oh faggots in the fire, to have the might not to roll but make it right
When the magic is high in the air, oh mamas boy s on the run Hobbit, blinding binding holding you there
oh oh faggots in the fire
when the magic is high in the air
Tearing down these walls of light, white lines faces of any kind
Golden laden soldiers are, oh oh faggots in the fire
oh oh faggots in the fire
oh oh faggots in the fire
oh oh faggots in the fire
golden laden soldiers are
And who knows the keepers of those, in the change of the good times you had The, and with your glitter you turn it on turn it on
And who knows the keepers of those, are you hiding your head in the sand
Watch his eye you might fall into a trance, white lines faces of any kind
watch his eye you might fall into a trance
Are you hiding your head in the sand, do these visions you see make you feel like a man Faggots(wood), oh oh faggots in the fire
oh oh faggots in the fire
Oh oh faggots in the fire, in the change of the good times you had Fire, fly low the dragons of shadow dance
Oh oh faggots in the fire, are you hiding your head in the sand, oh oh faggots in the fire
Oh oh faggots in the fire, in the change of the good times you had
tearing down these walls of light
White lines faces of any kind, fly low the dragons of shadow dance
and with your glitter you turn it on turn it on
oh your style took a turn for the bad
And who knows the keepers of those, in the change of the good times you had In, and who knows the keepers of those
Oh oh faggots in the fire, are you hiding your head in the sand, in the change of the good times you had
oh oh faggots in the fire
Golden laden soldiers are, and with your glitter you turn it on turn it on
watch his eye you might fall into a trance
Oh oh faggots in the fire, oh mamas boy s on the run