The Dream Box Mechanics Tarantino Lyrics

Verse 1:
I was fever held
Sick as a dog near dead
Sprawled out and only friends
With my couch

When something made me
Turn my head
And it vaguely
Reminded me of Mexico
-
(Of Mexico...)

Post-Verse:

Dust blown down criminal roads
Buck shot, cold killers and knives
Brought to you tonight
By
Mr. Tarantino!

Bridge:

(A round of applause!)
C'mon and give it up!
Lets give it up again!
C'mon now give it up
Let's give it up again
For Mr. Tarantino...

Outro-Chorus-Hook:

The stoke of Midnight
Fell to my remote
As I counted all of the stars
That ain't going to heaven
-
Tonight...

(Let's give it up for Mr. Tarantino)