Blow This Place Up - Odds
Written by：Odds/Craig Northey/Murray Atkinson/Doug Elliott/Pat Steward
She said stay behind the velvet rope
I said ok let's go a costume
There's a range speculation
About what the sleeper cell will do
I'll be the light of the party
Then I'll be the death of it
Spite the punch
Punch the air taste the sugar
Feel the with
I'll show it to every night fight
With a ladder and diamond
And I'm gonna blow
This
Place
Up
Yo
A grandson of the gods
Yeah I must stay humble
And we played like we were cowboys
And we watch the west world crumble
And my brain is washed to dought
And my heart is freshed with truth
For the run to kingdom come
You can't stop rebel youth
Can't you see that this make sense
This collution stranging mens
And I'm gonna blow
This
Place
Up
As the neighbors across the fence
And nice boiler a little intense
His gonna blow
This
Place
Up
I could lie and say I'm sorry
About throwing you this curfe
I got my white suit
You got your wings
We both got a way deserve
I'm breakin' a written' code
I'm sugar a horse I wrote
And I'm gonna blow
This
Place
Up
I'm brushing a penny shane
I'm chander a darkest lame
And I'm gonna blow
This
Place
Up
