We have a gig. And I'm performing aswell.
We walk on stage I'm the bands lead singer now.
We start singing.
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
movin' on
(Hold your head up) movin' on, (keep your head up) movin' on
(Hold your head up) movin' on, (keep your head up) movin' on
(Hold your head up) movin' on, (keep your head up)
Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree?
I travel the world and the seven seas
Everybody's looking for something
Sweet dreams are made of this (oh-oh)
We move along
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
You better run
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
It started with the hayloft a-creakin'
Well it just started in the hay - LOFT
With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, up to the hay
Young lovers and they are not sleeping
Young lovers in the hay - LOFT
With his gun turned on, Pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, up to the hay - LOFT
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
You better run
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
It started with the hayloft a-creakin'
Well it just started in the hay
With his long johns on, Pop went a-creeping
Out to the barn, up to the hay - LOFT
Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
Young lovers with their legs tied up in knots
With his long, tall gun, Pop went a-creeping
To blow their hay-loft dead heads straight off
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
You better run
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
My daddy's got a gun
Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
Ahh. yaa. yaa. ya
Ga - ga - ga - ga - ga - ga
Ga - ga - ga - ga
Ga - ga - ga - ga
Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
One got shot and the other got lost in
Drugs and punks and blood on the street
Blood, blood on her knees
Bloody history (yeah)
Whatever happened to the hayloft?
Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop?
He took his ass back to the crack shack
With his long johns on, singing that old song
My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun, I better run
My baby's got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg
A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak
She really didn't wanna make it messy
She really, really didn't, but the girl gone cray
My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun, I better run
My baby's got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
She crucify (she crucify)
She crucify (she crucify)
She crucify (she crucify)
Hey Pop, you die, you die
My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun, I better run
My baby's got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun, I better run
My baby's got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
My baby's got a gun, my baby's got a gun
My baby's got a gun, I better run
My baby's got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, ga-ga-ga-ga
She's not a bad kid
She's not a bad kid
But she had to do it
She had to do it
They're not a bad kid
But they had to do it
They couldn't, no
They had to face off
She's not a bad kid
But they had to do it
She had to crack
She had to kill Pop
We continue.
Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart
Baby, bang it up inside
I'm not wearing my usual lipstick
I thought maybe we would kiss tonight
Baby will you kiss me already and
Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart?
Baby, bang it up inside
Baby, though I've closed my eyes
I know who you pretend I am
I know who you pretend I am
Do mi ti
Why not me?
Why not me?
Do mi ti
Why not me?
Why not me?
Do mi ti
Why not me?
Why not me?
"Alright everyone this is our final song off the night."
I start to sing this song is different to the others it's more personal.
You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time
You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together
You'll be fine
Tell me what the hell do you know
What do you know
Tell me how the hell could you know
How could you know
'Til it happens to you, you don't know
How it feels
How it feels
'Til it happens to you, you won't know
It won't be real
No it won't be real
Won't know how it feels
You tell me hold your head up
Hold your head up and be strong
'Cause when you fall, you gotta get up
You gotta get up and move on
Tell me, how the hell could you talk
How could you talk?
'Cause until you walk where I walk
It's just all talk
'Til it happens to you, you don't know
How it feels
How it feels
'Til it happens to you, you won't know
It won't be real (how could you know?)
No it won't be real (how could you know?)
Won't know how I feel
'Til your world burns and crashes
'Til you're at the end, the end of your rope
'Til you're standing in my shoes, I don't wanna hear nothing from you
From you, from you, 'cause you don't know
'Til it happens to you, you don't know
How I feel
How I feel
How I feel
'Til it happens to you, you won't know
It won't be real (how could you know?)
No it won't be real (how could you know?)
Won't know how it feels
'Til it happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you
Happens to you, happens to you
Happens to you (how could you know?)
'Til it happens to you, you won't know how I feel.
I stand there in silence before the crowd erupts into cheers.
"Thank you everyone and goodnight."
I say the lights on stage dim and a curtain draws.
"We did it." Rose yelled.
"You did it." Juleka said looking at me.
"No we did it."
"Whatever you say Y/N. Bye."
"What?"
"You always defile my brother after gigs you have 4 hours till I'm home go do your shit."
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The music in my heart. (Lukaxmalereader)
FanfictionAfter the disatser of Luka's realationship with marinette he decided he would swear off dating until an oblivious and mentally ill boy enters his life gets involved with the band and even gets into a few fights. This story will be a little sad at t...
