Album by Head Automatica
Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Head Automatica, (Beating heart, baby) Baby, is this love for real? (Beating heart, baby) Let
By Head Automatica, You strangle people with a piercing stare I can't believe I
By Head Automatica, You'll never catch a penny-pinchin' liar off guard You can't escape
By Head Automatica, She's got the anger of a suffragette but she's crying
By Head Automatica, Here's a story for the jokers Who can't face the
By Head Automatica, You wanna pop pop pop You wanna click click click You wanna
By Head Automatica, She want a medal for the things you've done Well prizes
By Head Automatica, You scream louder than fiction And you get down on your
By Head Automatica, Teen runaway, youth depraved Your time is almost here Shimmies and shakes,
By Head Automatica, This is television Late night television Scripted with precision A corner store pulp
By Head Automatica, I drove a tank in on the left I hid a