Holy Mother

Holy Mother - Shoot The News lyrics

Gotta bet your reputations on it

I don't ever wanna die alone

Headlines, deadlines

Gotta shoot the news

Gonna make the news

I just came from boredom town

Like a hand-me-down

From a foreign ground

I know, you know

Competitions high but so am I

I'm at the right place

Right time

Gotta have the right look

The right line

Stick it to me now

You love the game

The falling rain

You're soakin' wet

You feel the pain

Gotta bet your reputation on it

I don't ever want to die alone

I don't wanna bet the dirty money

Buy myself a soul

Yea, I know, same old dance

With the same old lines

Try to think about

Who you've been seeing

Mamma's girl with daddy's lies

Alright, so you're uptight

And you made a little money

But it don't seem right

But with the right look

Right lines

You'll make it to the

Penthouse in no time

Stick it to me now

You love the game

The falling rain

You're soakin' wet

You love the game

Gotta bet your reputation on it

I don't ever want to die alone

I don't wanna bet the dirty money

Buy myself a soul

Gotta bet your reputation on it

I don't ever want to die alone

I don't wanna bet the dirty money

Buy myself a soul

Your boss, he says the stakes are low

Domestic wave, your chic's a ho

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