Lyrics

Who the hell said any of you get a taste? (This is stupid!) Do you ever wanna get up all in your face? (You better t-t-take it!) And nothing you can do could ever make me go away (fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it!) Poor baby, I'm gonna make it all okay (pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa!) Punch your lights out, hit the pavement That's what I call entertainment Causin' problems makes you famous All the violence makes a statement Punch your lights out, hit the pavement That's what I call entertainment Causin' problems makes you famous All this violence makes a statement! She better get with the club! Who the hell said any of you get a taste? (This is stupid!) Do you ever wanna get up all in your face? (You better t-t-take it!) And nothing you can do could ever make me go away (fa-fa-fa-fa-fake it!) Poor baby, I'm gonna make it all okay (pa-pa-pa-pa, pa-pa-pa-pa!) Punch your lights out, hit the pavement That's what I call entertainment Causin' problems makes you famous All the violence makes a statement Punch your lights out, hit the pavement That's what I call entertainment Causin' problems makes you famous All this violence makes a statement! (Doo-doo-doo-doo) (Doo-doo-doo-doo) All this violence makes a statement! Oh, oh, whoa Punch your lights out (oh, oh, whoa) That's what I call entertainment Punch your lights out (oh, oh, whoa) Punch your lights out, hit the pavement That's what I call entertainment Causin' problems makes you famous All the violence makes a statement Punch your lights out, hit the pavement That's what I call entertainment Causin' problems makes you famous All this violence makes a statement! (Doo-doo-doo-doo) (Doo-doo-doo-doo) All this violence makes a statement!
Writer(s): James Euringer, Stephen Montano Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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