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Late Show Killer Video (MV)




Performed By: Douglas Thompson
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Douglas Thompson




Douglas Thompson - Late Show Killer Lyrics




Are you lost, boy, have you got a second to talk, boy?
Do you have a boss, boy, oh you do on second thought, Then kick rocks, boy

Independence is a killer

You can't tell, but I don't know my way home
When I pull up the pavement doesnt know me
Speeding, weaving in and out, tar and stone below me
Gonna get a ticket to a cell, without a doubt

Fire miss lonely, fire away
I'm in dismay, but I shouldn't feel this weak, oh
This matinee
I fail the maze
So much more deep, but what's in store for my fate
What's the late show about
And who's the Brad Pitt, oh I forget

Silence
You're a side show
For good luck's sake
You abruptly, uproot with such haste
Now phone home, only God knows where you belong, but it's not here
But it's not here, not with us dear
You write the songs, but doesn't mean you've got a career

Fire miss lonely, fire away, I'm in dismay, but I shouldn't feel this weak
This matinee, I fail the maze
So much more deep, but what's in store for my fate
What's the late show about
And who's the Brad Pitt, oh I forget

Are you lost, boy, have you got a second to talk, boy
Do you have a boss, boy
Oh you do, on second thought, then kick rocks, boy

Independence is a killer
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Are you lost, boy, have you got a second to talk, boy?
Do you have a boss, boy, oh you do on second thought, Then kick rocks, boy

Independence is a killer

You can't tell, but I don't know my way home
When I pull up the pavement doesnt know me
Speeding, weaving in and out, tar and stone below me
Gonna get a ticket to a cell, without a doubt

Fire miss lonely, fire away
I'm in dismay, but I shouldn't feel this weak, oh
This matinee
I fail the maze
So much more deep, but what's in store for my fate
What's the late show about
And who's the Brad Pitt, oh I forget

Silence
You're a side show
For good luck's sake
You abruptly, uproot with such haste
Now phone home, only God knows where you belong, but it's not here
But it's not here, not with us dear
You write the songs, but doesn't mean you've got a career

Fire miss lonely, fire away, I'm in dismay, but I shouldn't feel this weak
This matinee, I fail the maze
So much more deep, but what's in store for my fate
What's the late show about
And who's the Brad Pitt, oh I forget

Are you lost, boy, have you got a second to talk, boy
Do you have a boss, boy
Oh you do, on second thought, then kick rocks, boy

Independence is a killer
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Writer: Douglas Thompson
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