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Delicias Turcas del Diablo

The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster

Turkish Delights Of The Devil

Turkish Delights Of The Devil :
Somebody shoot me up, shoot, shoot, shoot me up
Somebody don't shoot me up, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot
Somebody shoot me up, shoot, shoot,
Somebody, somebody, shoot, shoot

All my friends think I am lazy, all your friends think I'm the devil
All my friends think I am lazy, your old dear thinks I'm the devil

Don't listen to me, don't listen to me
Don't listen to me, don't listen to me

I want to feed them to the people, feed the people to the evil

Edmonds friends, thought he was clever
Through the wardrobe into evil
Turkish delights of the devil, Turkish delights of the devil

Don't listen to me, don't listen to me
Don't listen to me, don't listen to me

I want to feed them to the people, feed the people to the evil

Somebody shoot me up, somebody shoot me up, shoot, shoot, shoot me up
Somebody shoot me up, somebody shoot me up, wow, shoot, shoot, shoot me up
Somebody shoot me up, somebody shoot me up, shoot, shoot, shoot me up
Somebody, somebody, shoot, shoot, shoot me up

All my friends think I am lazy, all my friends think I'm the devil
All my friends think I am lazy, all my friends think I'm the devil

Edmonds friends, thought you were clever
Through the wardrobe into evil
Turkish delights of the devil, Turkish delights of the devil

Delicias Turcas del Diablo

Delicias Turcas del Diablo:
Alguien me dispara, dispara, dispara
Alguien no me dispara, dispara, dispara, dispara
Alguien me dispara, dispara
Alguien, alguien, dispara, dispara

Todos mis amigos piensan que soy perezoso, todos tus amigos piensan que soy el diablo
Todos mis amigos piensan que soy perezoso, tu vieja piensa que soy el diablo

No me escuches, no me escuches
No me escuches, no me escuches

Quiero alimentarlos a la gente, alimentar a la gente al mal

Los amigos de Edmonds, pensaban que era listo
A través del armario hacia el mal
Delicias turcas del diablo, delicias turcas del diablo

No me escuches, no me escuches
No me escuches, no me escuches

Quiero alimentarlos a la gente, alimentar a la gente al mal

Alguien me dispara, alguien me dispara, dispara, dispara
Alguien me dispara, alguien me dispara, wow, dispara, dispara, dispara
Alguien me dispara, alguien me dispara, dispara, dispara
Alguien, alguien, dispara, dispara

Todos mis amigos piensan que soy perezoso, todos mis amigos piensan que soy el diablo
Todos mis amigos piensan que soy perezoso, todos mis amigos piensan que soy el diablo

Los amigos de Edmonds, pensaban que eras listo
A través del armario hacia el mal
Delicias turcas del diablo, delicias turcas del diablo