Spkothdvl Lyrics

Your front-page boy is finally here
And it looks so good but he's insincere
Uh, uh
If you speak of the devil, then he will appear
Oh, your front-page boy—Well, he's is finally here
Well, so
Well
Stop the press

Are you waiting for the world to end?
Turn the light off because it don't sound like them
And now you're crawling on your knees again, ah
Turn it off because it doesn't really sound like them

Does it?

Ah!

Hey. Are you waiting for the world to end?
Well, turn the record off because you doesn't really sound like them
Oh
Are you hoping that it's just pretend?
Turn it on because it doesn't sound like them

One to break and blood will spill
(La, la, la)
When death is crawling up the hill
And it's every drink that you distill
And relive your crawling up the hill
(Now, come on)
(Cry for me)

(Oh!)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh oh!)