The sponsor's sweating
The girls are fretting
But he's getting away
With re-f*ck
This city crawler
Would like to howler
He's not a brawler
But he's got something to say
Like burning down a flat
To light a cigarette
Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song
Rest your eyes, you got it coming on
How late the favourite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and shame
Into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now baby can you put me through
It's suck, squeeze, bang and blow
I feel at home in your pressure dome
Let's jettison in unison
That monotonous drone
(It's) like burning down a flat
To light a cigarette
Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song
Rest your eyes, you got it coming on
How late the favourite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and shame
Into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
I don't wanna look at the receding moon
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now baby can you put me through
Oh let me hype this dream
My own promo machine
Wipe your belly clean
Like a "Behind the scenes"
We've been there before
I always been your whore
But now I want it more
I am bored and lonely tonight
Favourite Game Video (MV)
Performed By: Deus
Length: 6:58
Written by: TOM BARMAN, ALAN GEVAERT, KLAAS JANZOONS, STEFAAN MISSEGHERS, MAURO PAWLOWSKI
Deus - Favourite Game Lyrics
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The sponsor's sweating
The girls are fretting
But he's getting away
With re-f*ck
This city crawler
Would like to howler
He's not a brawler
But he's got something to say
Like burning down a flat
To light a cigarette
Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song
Rest your eyes, you got it coming on
How late the favourite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and shame
Into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now baby can you put me through
It's suck, squeeze, bang and blow
I feel at home in your pressure dome
Let's jettison in unison
That monotonous drone
(It's) like burning down a flat
To light a cigarette
Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song
Rest your eyes, you got it coming on
How late the favourite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and shame
Into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
I don't wanna look at the receding moon
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now baby can you put me through
Oh let me hype this dream
My own promo machine
Wipe your belly clean
Like a "Behind the scenes"
We've been there before
I always been your whore
But now I want it more
I am bored and lonely tonight
The girls are fretting
But he's getting away
With re-f*ck
This city crawler
Would like to howler
He's not a brawler
But he's got something to say
Like burning down a flat
To light a cigarette
Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song
Rest your eyes, you got it coming on
How late the favourite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and shame
Into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now baby can you put me through
It's suck, squeeze, bang and blow
I feel at home in your pressure dome
Let's jettison in unison
That monotonous drone
(It's) like burning down a flat
To light a cigarette
Rest your eyes, got no tears for a love song
Rest your eyes, you got it coming on
How late the favourite game
Eleven on the clock of fun and shame
Into the black anew
We need a big blow to kill a little flame
Tell me what you gonna do
I don't wanna look at the receding moon
Tell me what you gonna do
Come on now baby can you put me through
Oh let me hype this dream
My own promo machine
Wipe your belly clean
Like a "Behind the scenes"
We've been there before
I always been your whore
But now I want it more
I am bored and lonely tonight
Writer: TOM BARMAN, ALAN GEVAERT, KLAAS JANZOONS, STEFAAN MISSEGHERS, MAURO PAWLOWSKI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC