| Song | Eighth-Grade Summer Romance |
| Artist | Action Action |
| Album | Don't Cut Your Fabric to This Year's Fashion |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Kluepfel | |
| Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper | |
| Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling | |
| I paint this picture on the back of my mind | |
| But it's fading quickly like an eighth-grade summer romance | |
| You're a drug like the gun inside my mouth | |
| I know it's wrong but I just can't spit you out | |
| Happiness is a warm pun and I love the taste of steel tonight | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| Not asking, just doing darling | |
| The sleeping pills are mixing nicely with red wine | |
| I'll catch them all before panic hits Monday | |
| Trapped like rats and oh the water is rising | |
| We'd use the life boat but we gnawed through the tubing | |
| You're a drug like the gun inside my mouth | |
| I know it's wrong but I just can't spit you out | |
| Happiness is a warm pun and I love the taste of steel tonight | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| Not asking, just doing darling | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| I know it happens, oh yeah | |
| You're a drug like the gun inside my mouth | |
| I know it's wrong but I just can't spit you out | |
| Happiness is a warm pun and I love the taste of steel tonight | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| Not asking, just doing darling | |
| I paint this picture on the back of my mind | |
| But it's fading quickly like an eighth-grade summer romance |
| zuo qu : Kluepfel | |
| Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper | |
| Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling | |
| I paint this picture on the back of my mind | |
| But it' s fading quickly like an eighthgrade summer romance | |
| You' re a drug like the gun inside my mouth | |
| I know it' s wrong but I just can' t spit you out | |
| Happiness is a warm pun and I love the taste of steel tonight | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| Not asking, just doing darling | |
| The sleeping pills are mixing nicely with red wine | |
| I' ll catch them all before panic hits Monday | |
| Trapped like rats and oh the water is rising | |
| We' d use the life boat but we gnawed through the tubing | |
| You' re a drug like the gun inside my mouth | |
| I know it' s wrong but I just can' t spit you out | |
| Happiness is a warm pun and I love the taste of steel tonight | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| Not asking, just doing darling | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| I know it happens, oh yeah | |
| You' re a drug like the gun inside my mouth | |
| I know it' s wrong but I just can' t spit you out | |
| Happiness is a warm pun and I love the taste of steel tonight | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| Not asking, just doing darling | |
| I paint this picture on the back of my mind | |
| But it' s fading quickly like an eighthgrade summer romance |
| zuò qǔ : Kluepfel | |
| Hold your knife against my throat, cut me deeper | |
| Feel the blood drip down your arm, darling | |
| I paint this picture on the back of my mind | |
| But it' s fading quickly like an eighthgrade summer romance | |
| You' re a drug like the gun inside my mouth | |
| I know it' s wrong but I just can' t spit you out | |
| Happiness is a warm pun and I love the taste of steel tonight | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| Not asking, just doing darling | |
| The sleeping pills are mixing nicely with red wine | |
| I' ll catch them all before panic hits Monday | |
| Trapped like rats and oh the water is rising | |
| We' d use the life boat but we gnawed through the tubing | |
| You' re a drug like the gun inside my mouth | |
| I know it' s wrong but I just can' t spit you out | |
| Happiness is a warm pun and I love the taste of steel tonight | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| Not asking, just doing darling | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| I know it happens, oh yeah | |
| You' re a drug like the gun inside my mouth | |
| I know it' s wrong but I just can' t spit you out | |
| Happiness is a warm pun and I love the taste of steel tonight | |
| I know it happens for the rest of your life | |
| Not asking, just doing darling | |
| I paint this picture on the back of my mind | |
| But it' s fading quickly like an eighthgrade summer romance |