Anal Thunder Our Song For The Eurovision Song Contest
Dying Dying Dead!
I can’t find my hairspray
I need it badly today
We’ve got some interviews
and photoshoot for promotional use
I tell my music comes from my heart
and photos prove we’ve lived our lives hard
Then we’ll see if our radiofriendly hit single hits the target
Lallaadidaa
I sing about desperate love
I know girls like
when man reveals his sensitive side
why do you keep calling me phony
‘cause I don’t know who’s Jerry Only
I happen to know this kinda skulls on shoes are the latest thing
This is our song for the eurovision
This year we’re going for the gold
...or is it all just dying, dying, dead?
Ten points - nice moves, high jumps
Ten points - cool stickers on drums
Ten points - I love the singers hair
Ten points - I love the clothes they wear
Judge one: Ten points
judge 2 : ten points
judge 3 : ten points
judge 4: "More tattoos would be nice. I give 9.5".
Harder, play it harder
Faster, play it faster
This year we’re going for the gold
Louder, play it louder
Cooler, mouth open
This year we’re going for the gold
Or is it all just dying dying dead?
