Idols-Pete Gardiner

Idols - Pete Gardiner Written by：Pete Gardiner/Paul Steen/Tommy McLaughlin Everytime you speak it's either bad reception Or a broken telephone There's no need to assassinate your idols Now they do it on their own The radios has been scrambled And the answers never right Even drinking muddy look fairly coherent dome in night That he told his best companion Everything that's wrong I hadn't heard somebody tell the truth Like that in far too long These days every single way Things are trial The brides and princess shared the duck on don't make him loyal She's got a flock of sheep around her and she spit Between me and you And divide iq of all of them is only 32 And her dress is the only thing in the room you can't See through Social network media and celebrity and fashion Just turn everybodies life into a tourist attraction I've been out sea in the sights this whole afternoon I need to lie down There's a whole lot of stuff going on In my favorite town Everytime we breathe Your risking saying something that you really Shouldn't say And this blonde strand of mediocrity Is getting younger by the day The mojoo being laters getting way to hard to gauge The suspression orders pending for the madman on the stage Screaming how the hell the illusion aircraft in this Day and age My favorite wiseman when it comes to love there ain't no cure If I had my way of rebeauty of the street will have An accent just like yours I slept with mrscole last month she taught me How to speak then she help me right a song That made a top ten in the week But the next one made it shorter Now I back from where I started With my left arm writing all about The poor and broken hearted but the romance is dying The good girls are gone the long sharks are winning Cause' the monsters just far too long When it gets too much I throw my jacket made of leather all And shoot my way through conversation all about the weather Singing Social network media and celebrity and fashion Just turn everybodies life into a tourist attraction I've been out sea in the sights this whole afternoon I need to lie down down down There's whole stuff lot stuff going In my favorite town There's whole stuff lot stuff going In my favorite town Everytime you speak it's either bad reception Or a broken telephone There's no need to assassinate your idols Now they do it on their own There's no need to assassinate your idols Now they do it on their own There's no need to assassinate your idols Now they do it on their own