The Struts - Too Good At Raising Hell lyrics
[The Struts - Too Good At Raising Hell lyrics]
All my demons are
Cocaine-fueled electric cool
Sugar tooth, caramel, silky smooth
Diving into Clase Azul swimming pools
Sex so good make the neighbors
Smoke a cigarette
But, I'm still bored to death
Think I’m getting too good
Too good at raising hell
But, I'm wearing it well
I'm getting too good
Too good at raising hell
Oh, I’m ringing the bell
I run a hotel without any beds
Run a catwalk without any threads
Driving myself right into the storm
Burning my cash to keep myself warm
Staying at the party when everyone's lеft
What a good life, I'm living my best
I'm still bored to dеath
Think I'm getting too good
Too good at raising hell
But, I'm wearing it well
I'm getting too good
Too good at raising hell
Oh, I'm ringing the bell
It’s a little too easy
Getting harder to please me
I know you’re starving to feed me
You know that you need me
I'm getting too good
Too good at raising hell
Think I’m getting too good
Too good at raising hell
But, I'm wearing it well
I'm getting too good
Too good at raising hell
I'm ringing the bell it’s a little too easy
Getting harder to please me
I know you're starving to feed me
You know that you need me
I'm getting too good
Too good at raising hell
Oh, yeah, too good
Ah, we are, babe