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TURN ME UP
T=128
If a girl wants to survive, she must acquire balls of steel
They vibrate with the beat, and that kick is pounding me
This little dial turns the up heat inside me
The party rises skin against leather seats
Turn me up
Stiletto to the metal
Grab that little dial
Driving me mental
Fuel injected crazy pills, laced with rocket science thrills
Flashing red and blue gets close, high speed chase over the hill
Officer I didn't know, your uniform looks so tight
I'll step out of my car, frisking hands, badge shining so bright
Turn me up
Stiletto to the metal
Grab that little dial
Driving me mental
Come on and turn me up
Stiletto to the metal
Grab that little dial
Driving me mental
Madam, please step out of the car
Hands on the vehicle, you're way to fast
What's this little dial? Why are you shaking?
You want to close your eyes
What happens when the intensity is rising
Turn me up
Come on and turn me up
Stiletto to the metal
Grab that little dial
Driving me mental
Come on come on and turn me up
Stiletto to the metal
Grab that little dial
Driving me mental
Turn me up
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Music: Zoog Von Rock, Lyrics: Carley G. and Zoog Von Rock © Miss Ballistic 2019.
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GIRL UNDERCOVER
T=132
High fashion saboteur
Espionage couture
Red hot leatherette, sirens flash past
Sniper fire overhead, missing their mark
Secret agent, licensed to kill
But you won't get the girl
Villainess like your martini
Shaken not stirred
High fashion saboteur
Espionage couture
Hunt your nemesis, I'll make him disappear
Keep his gold finger as a souvenir
Easy target, the spy you crossed
From Russia with love
Meet your match blonde assassin
Au revoir Mr Bond
High fashion saboteur
Espionage couture
High fashion saboteur
Espionage couture
Siberian fire behind cold eyes
Reminding me of those left behind
All your deadly secrets pinned to your chest
I'm the mole that dug your grave, now here's your blind fold and cigarette
Girl undercover
Girl undercover
High fashion saboteur
Girl undercover
Espionage couture
Girl undercover
High fashion saboteur
Girl undercover
Espionage couture
Girl undercover
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Words and Music by Zoog Von Rock © Miss Ballistic 2019.
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BLOOD AND GLITTER
T=127
Touch the pearls, swish the hair
A well placed tear steals the show
They can't disqualify what they don't know
Got someone cooking in Hell's Kitchen
...and I won't let them go 'til I hear "ka-ching"
Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist
Touch the pearls, swish the hair
Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist
Blood and glitter
I take my voodoo seriously
Makin' rich boys beg hysterically
I won't stop the love 'til your heart stops the beat ...sorry I meant to say "torture"
...coz I will not drop the knife, 'til I hear "ka-ching"
Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist
Touch the pearls, swish the hair
Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist
Blood and glitter
Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist
Touch the pearls, swish the hair
Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist
Blood and glitter
Deep fried on the side,
Shattered dreams, glorified
Dollypop, bulimic lies,
Camera flash, critical eyes
Deep fried on the side,
Shattered dreams, glorified
Hey look, a billionaire
Maybe I should try to care...naahhh
Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist
Blood and glitter
Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist
Touch the pearls, swish the hair
Elbow, elbow, wrist, wrist
Blood and glitter
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Words and Music by Zoog Von Rock © Miss Ballistic 2019.
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SCREAM
T=132
You make me scream
You make me scream
This city is mine, I mean ours, I mean whatever
If you truly love me matricide for me, criminally insane do it better
My inner goddess feeds on fear and hate and carnage
Crazy how a bullet smashing through your skull changes your whole perspective
Back to white rooms in my dreams
Now just breath in
You make me scream
You make me scream
If you still love me, light a match, and do it quickly
‘Til everyone else's death do us part, let's start a homicidal cult family
You like smoking expensive cigars, I like smoking expensive sky scrapers
It's not the length of the wick, it’s the timing and the bang that matters
Back to white rooms in my dreams
Now just breath in
You make me scream
You make me scream
Lure in a boy with the promise of gold
My left eye glows before I explode
Back to Ravencroft in my dreams
Breathe in
Breathe in
You make me scream
You make me scream
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Music: Zoog Von Rock, Lyrics: Carley G. and Zoog Von Rock
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LESS WARDROBE MORE MALFUNCTION
T=136
Wardrobe malfunction
Wardrobe malfunction
Wardrobe malfunction
Wardrobe malfunction
Don't care if you're a judge, 'coz you can't judge me
Which part of the pageant rule book, says we get coffee?
Sure I'll play your stupid game, but you're going to loose
If I looked as smart as I am I would not be this damn cute.
Here we go again
Prince Charming and his two left feet
And he's stepping on my dress, ripping up to my thigh
You should run for President
All the pigs in their long red ties want it
Perverts who are gunna gunna fry want it
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
To you, I'm just a champagne glass for your gutless thirst
But I am laced with poison gunna make your heart burst
Haut monde slime thinks there's no rules, well that won't work with me
If looks could kill and mine will, I'm more bombshell then beauty queen
Here we go again
Prince Charming and his two left feet
And he's stepping on my dress, ripping up to my thigh
You should run for President
All the pigs in their long red ties want it
Perverts who are gunna gunna fry want it
A dress with a slit up the side can reveal a little too much for prying eyes
Wardrobe malfunction
Unless something was to go wrong
Wardrobe malfunction
Wardrobe malfunction
Coffee in New York
Dance the night away in Paris
Strip off the bubbles in LA
I will turn this night into nitro
Then hang you from your long red tie
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
All the pigs in their long red ties
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
Perverts who are gunna gunna fry
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
All the pigs in their long red ties want it
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
Perverts who are gunna gunna fry want it
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
Wardrobe malfunction
Less wardrobe, more malfunction
Wardrobe malfunction
Less wardrobe
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Music: Zoog Von Rock, Lyrics: Carley G. and Zoog Von Rock © 2019.
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DIAMOND DILDO
T = 131 BPM
Dive bomb blitzkrieg activate
Won't wash that no good grin right off my face
Blam blam throat slam straight from the top
This bombshell princess is ready to...drop
Bling bling bling bling diamond dildo
Let me shoot shoot shoot shoot my crystals in you
I like fast cars and rapid firing guns
I like super charged boys fast talking tongues
High speed rubies comin' on too hot
This bombshell princess is ready to....drop
Bling bling bling bling diamond dildo
Let me shoot shoot shoot shoot my crystals in you
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Words and Music by Zoog Von Rock © 2019.
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RED PEARLS
T = 128 BPM
(Red Pearls) Close your eyes
(Red Pearls) And dream of me
(Red Pearls) Crimson beads
(Red Pearls) Fall gracefully
What a lovely parlour, decorated black and white, but honey
You gotta talk to your bouncer, anyone can get in here at night
That's my crown above your pillow, sweet dreams sleeping beauty
You stole something from me girl, red Champaign splattered, splash around
Close your eyes
And dream of me
Crimson beads
Fall gracefully
Red Pearls
Perfect little oyster, can I tempt your lips tonight?
Reach for that jewel inside ya, I'm taking it back dead or alive
You stole something from me girl, red Champaign splatters
...splash around red pearls
Close your eyes
And dream of me
Crimson beads
Fall gracefully
Red Pearls
You got a pretty sceptre, but I got a better alibi
I got killer conviction, with an innocent deadly smile
I'm here to take back my trophy, over your dead body.
(Red Pearls) Close your eyes
(Red Pearls) And dream of me
(Red Pearls) Crimson beads
(Red Pearls) Fall gracefully
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SWEET MISS BALLISTIC
T = 132 BPM
Get away with murder
Sweet sweet Miss Ballistic
Get away with murder
Do you like my pretty red dress?
Used to be white, oh what a mess
Beauty queens and their high heeled shoes
My cannon balls blast right through
I got you gagged and crying
Nitro sisters bound and bleeding
Sweet sweet Miss Ballistic
Get away with murder at the glamour death match
Sweet sweet Miss Ballistic
Get away with murder at the glamour death match
Meat parade stick of dynamite
Kiss kiss boom boom psycho smite
Pretty mascara drips
Stilettos break, tight dress rips
One last spade of dirt in your hole
I can crow better than Poe
Sweet sweet Miss Ballistic
Get away with murder at the glamour death match
Sweet sweet Miss Ballistic
Get away with murder at the glamour death match
Get away with murder
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Music: Zoog Von Rock, Lyrics: Carley G. and Zoog Von Rock © 2019.
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VICIOUS STREAK
T = 130 BPM
One day kid, you will be a bright star
With a gasp and squeal she squeezes out a fake tear
Cameras flash, the applause, a streak in her mascara
They sit the crown on her do and hand that queen a scepter
While she was thanking the judges I set off the timer
tick tick tick boom
I got a vicious streak
Vicious streak
I'm the girl with a drink chaos laced for a princess
Not just a skinny girl with a nose full of powdered confidence
You need to remind me I'm a Venus beauty
Coz this ugly feeling gets me trigger happy
Click Click Click bang
Vicious streak, skin and bone attack
Cheated by the world now I'm cheating right back
Vicious streak, such a pretty face
I don't need a reason just need something to break
I got a vicious streak
Vicious streak
One day kid you will be a bright star, while L.A. is burning
You'll be smokin hot, ashes spreading so far, drop dead gorgeous and smouldering
Vicious streak, skin and bone attack
Cheated by the world now I'm cheating right back
Vicious streak, such a pretty face
I don't need a reason just need something to break
I got a vicious streak
Vicious streak
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Music: Zoog Von Rock, Lyrics: Carley G. and Zoog Von Rock © 2019.
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UNDER A STAR
T = 132 BPM
Lay you down to sleep
Forever worship me
Touch down, tinsel town
Dreams of recognition in their heads
The king hunts pretty things
Throws pool parties stalks them for his pets
The monster behind his eyes
The Insect behind his fly
Lured in like a spider
Disappears into my light forever
Under a star
Lay you down to sleep
Under a star
Forever worship me
Let down all over town
Bookings cancelled ‘coz she won't undress
Knives out muffled shout
One less mouse with a monopoly complex
The monster behind his eyes
The Insect behind his fly
Lured in like a spider
Disappears into my light forever
Under a star
Lay you down to sleep
Under a star
Forever worship me
My revenge is immortality
The pretties only dreamt of fame
He was retired under six feet of concrete
And a star with someone else's name
Under a star
Lay you down to sleep
Under a star
Forever worship me
Under a star
Lay you down to sleep
On the boulevard of broken dreams
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Words and Music by Zoog Von Rock © 2019.
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