Hey precious, hey burning child. Time to tune to something wild. It's new, it's hot, it's all you're not. Don't turn back, it's all we've got. You're breathless, you're out of step-- time to learn just what is hip. If you think you're in a jumble, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Tuning into something wild. Tuning into something wild. Like a comet from space, like a slap in the face, you can feel it coming. Like a push in the back, turning white into black, you're feeling something wild now! Well, maybe so-- we're in a mess, world gone wrong, but don't forget there's a groove that makes you wonder how the hell they sample thunder. It's glorious, it's boom, boom, boom. Bless the noise that shakes the room. If you think we're getting milder brace yourself for something wilder.
Put these awesome lyrics on your blog, profile or website!
Link - Websites & Blogs:
Copy to Clipboard:
COPY LINK
Embed - Websites & Blogs:
Copy to Clipboard: Hey precious, hey burning child. Time to tune to something wild. It's new, it's hot, it's all you're not. Don't turn back, it's all we've got. You're breathless, you're out of step-- time to learn just what is hip. If you think you're in a jumble, that's the way the cookie crumbles. Tuning into something wild. Tuning into something wild. Like a comet from space, like a slap in the face, you can feel it coming. Like a push in the back, turning white into black, you're feeling something wild now! Well, maybe so-- we're in a mess, world gone wrong, but don't forget there's a groove that makes you wonder how the hell they sample thunder. It's glorious, it's boom, boom, boom. Bless the noise that shakes the room. If you think we're getting milder brace yourself for something wilder.
NEW LYRICS 
Click Here To Send 
