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Decorated Lyrics - Darkhorse - Crazytown

Nothing comes from nowhere 

One thing remains and I swear 

Nail polish, cellophane hair 

Bleached, bleached blonde burned down to the brain 

I can't complain there's no shame an' no fame 

And still it all remains the same 

And I want this game over 

It's a fight to let this life pass by you 

And try to stay sober 

 

And I got pills for the pain 

Deep down inside I got a chill and refrain 

These crazy thoughts keep running round in my brain 

They're leading me to places decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

I'm highly decorated, decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

 

Who you motherfuckers think you are? 

Crazy Town in hard like my boy Bernard 

Clenched fists as I pace the yard 

So many tattoos I ain't got no room for scars 

Escaped them all made a brother break the law 

Skip trial and escape tomorrow 'til I end up in the courtroom 

White chucks, hair spiked up 

With my double fat laces on and I want this game over 

It's a fight to let this life pass by you and try to stay sober 

 

Till the weed and the pipe with ley come over 

Till we fail again it's pales of hen 

So many tattoos that the feds can't see the skin 

So I think about my cell again and my friend 

Do you realize what kinda hell I'm in? 

 

And I got pills for the pain 

Deep down inside I got a chill and refrain 

These crazy thoughts keep running round in my brain 

They're leading me to places decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

I'm highly decorated, decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

 

Tire tracks running down my veins 

Dirty black slacks with the chrome hearts chain 

Got a record so dope they got to cut it the cane 

I know you know the face do you know the name 

I know you seen the stars in the magazines 

Got drug dealers, street hookers, crooks and fiends 

Me I'm hooked on Kush smoking Northern Green 

Catching cheap thrills off the pills I fiend 

 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

I'm highly decorated, decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

I'm highly decorated, decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

Dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-dec-decorated in flames 

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