HOT MESS (Featuring George Bikos)

Lyrics from Angelspit’s album THE PRODUCT

Hot Mess (Feat. George Bikos)
Drums: Bradley R. Bills (CHANT)
Vocals: Zoog Von Rock, Miss Ballistic
Guitars: George Bikos
Additional Production: CHANT Engineered and Mixed by Chris Telkes.

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Music by George Bikos and Zoog Von Rock, lyrics and production by Zoog Von Rock. Angelspit 2014.

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Lyrics

HOT MESS
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VERSE 1
Oxygene fall from the ceiling, Just keep those cocktails coming
Turn off all mobile devices, Electric chair still humming

Mile high, fuselage in the shape of a pill, Mile high, starting our decent into hell

Secure your tray but not the future, Destroy the smoke detector
Place hope in the trash provided, kiss your ass in crash position
Mile high, scapegoat kiss the ground, Mile high, this silver bird is (going down…)

VERSE 2
Too busy makin’ a living, To broke to have a life
Vacate escape the daily grind, Kick off your heels and slide

Mile high, this is the final warning, Mile high , the sky is burning

Pushing her tray down the isle, Selling shots of cyanide
If you’re looking for the exist, Just walk towards the light

Mile high, feels like we are sinking, Mile high, this silver bird is (going down…)

VERSE 3
Lethal inject yourself before, Assisting others to the floor
Look demise dead in the eye, Best of luck when you die

Mile high, this is what we work towards, Mile high, no future no rewards
Mile high, scape goat in the shape of you, Mile high, this silver bird is (going down…)

CHORUS
Going down, my banquet of flesh
Beautiful, hot contagious mess
Burn for me, hit reset
Horrible crash, My Hot mess