| Song | Moonshine |
| Artist | Hardcore Superstar |
| Album | The Party Ain't Over 'Til We Say So |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Don’t talk about moonshine; | |
| Don’t talk about white wine. | |
| I’m drawing a fine line, | |
| Sick, twisted, strange kind. | |
| I stick my tongue out, | |
| Feel stupid | |
| Don’t you see? | |
| I say the worst things and call it honesty. | |
| That’s something wrong here, | |
| I entertain my worst fear. | |
| It’s all in me. | |
| Don’t talk about moonshine; | |
| Don’t talk about white wine. | |
| I'm drawing a fine line, | |
| Sick, twisted, strange kind. | |
| I get sick when the sun shines, | |
| Used up on white lines, | |
| Sick, twisted, strange kind. | |
| No doubt about it, | |
| Got problems with my head. | |
| Don't try to hide it, | |
| That's what my girl said. | |
| I'm on my own, | |
| Don't care at all. | |
| Leave me alone. |
| Don' t talk about moonshine | |
| Don' t talk about white wine. | |
| I' m drawing a fine line, | |
| Sick, twisted, strange kind. | |
| I stick my tongue out, | |
| Feel stupid | |
| Don' t you see? | |
| I say the worst things and call it honesty. | |
| That' s something wrong here, | |
| I entertain my worst fear. | |
| It' s all in me. | |
| Don' t talk about moonshine | |
| Don' t talk about white wine. | |
| I' m drawing a fine line, | |
| Sick, twisted, strange kind. | |
| I get sick when the sun shines, | |
| Used up on white lines, | |
| Sick, twisted, strange kind. | |
| No doubt about it, | |
| Got problems with my head. | |
| Don' t try to hide it, | |
| That' s what my girl said. | |
| I' m on my own, | |
| Don' t care at all. | |
| Leave me alone. |
| Don' t talk about moonshine | |
| Don' t talk about white wine. | |
| I' m drawing a fine line, | |
| Sick, twisted, strange kind. | |
| I stick my tongue out, | |
| Feel stupid | |
| Don' t you see? | |
| I say the worst things and call it honesty. | |
| That' s something wrong here, | |
| I entertain my worst fear. | |
| It' s all in me. | |
| Don' t talk about moonshine | |
| Don' t talk about white wine. | |
| I' m drawing a fine line, | |
| Sick, twisted, strange kind. | |
| I get sick when the sun shines, | |
| Used up on white lines, | |
| Sick, twisted, strange kind. | |
| No doubt about it, | |
| Got problems with my head. | |
| Don' t try to hide it, | |
| That' s what my girl said. | |
| I' m on my own, | |
| Don' t care at all. | |
| Leave me alone. |