This is beginning to feel like a competition
I see you smiling at me and your front teeth are missing
snapshots and flashbulbs ignite along the runway
and you freeze like a pale mannequin I think you like what you see

The plastic surgeons all whisper to each other and blush
malevolence breeds contempt into a devious crush
mortals threaten suicide until they forget your name
15 minutes of fame is now the name of the game

Post-mortem penetration
rigor mortis sets the scene
maggots under the microscope all writhe and squirm in vaseline
in a city full of rats all feeding on the narcisism
I lit the match I lit the fire that burned your
hollywood to the ground.....burn it all down

I.V. drippin like cocaine down the back of your throat
drama queen all dressed up with nowhere to go
street walkin night stalkin cold-blooded killer
there's a murderer in the rue morgue a polkadot cadaver

Are you happy now
you're finally the talk of the town
searchlights in the sky
your flame wont turn this blood into wine

Bring me the head of andy warhol
nitemares shapeshift into oblivion
you have not even seen the last of me
what do you want me to say?
I wouldn't have it any other way
one day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull

If lsd was as popular as cocaine
I wouldn't drive a delorean

Cold pale jesus, sodom and gomorah
headless horseman death is at your doorstep
death is at your doorstep
the best rehabs are all in california
junkies pushin up daisies in the garden....
can you dig it?

I've come here to eat your heart out
slit your throat and fuck your brains out
keep your voice down or you'll wake the neighbors
now we're starting to get somewhere
fashionistas deliver the deathblow, penetrate you like its your birthday, playtime for children in the graveyard






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    General Commentit's pretty much about hollwyood
    devinxdisasteron March 11, 2008   Link
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    General Commentit's pretty much about hollwyood
    devinxdisasteron March 11, 2008   Link
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    Lyric CorrectionThis is beginning to feel just like a competition
    I see you smiling at me and your front teeth are missing
    snapshots and flashbulbs ignite along the runway
    and you freeze like a pale mannequin I think you like what you see

    The plastic surgeons all whisper to each other and blush
    malevolence breeds contempt into a devious crush
    mortals threaten suicide until they forget your name
    15 minutes of fame is now the name of the game

    Post-mortem penetration
    rigor mortis sets the scene
    maggots under the microscope all writhe and squirm in vaseline
    in a city full of rats all feeding on the narcisism
    I lit the match I lit the fire that burned your
    hollywood to the ground.....burn it all down

    I.V. drippin like cocaine down the back of your throat
    drama queen all dressed up with nowhere to go
    street walkin night stalkin cold-blooded killer
    there's a murderer in the rue morgue, a polkadot cadaver

    Bring me the head of andy warhol
    nitemares shapeshift into oblivion
    you have not even seen the last of me
    what do you want me to say?
    I wouldn't have it any other way
    one day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull

    Are you happy now
    you're finally the talk of the town
    searchlights in the sky
    your flame wont turn this blood into wine

    fashionistas deliver the deathblow, penetrate you like its your birthday, playtime for children in the graveyard, you have not even seen the last of me
    what do you want me to say?
    I wouldn't have it any other way
    one day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull

    Cold pale jesus, sodom and gomorah
    headless horseman death is at your doorstep
    death is at your doorstep
    the best rehabs are all in california
    junkies pushin up daisies in the garden....
    can you dig it?

    I've come here to eat your heart out
    slit your throat and fuck your brains out
    keep your voice down or you'll wake the neighbors
    now we're starting to get somewhere

    If lsd was as popular as cocaine
    I wouldn't drive a delorean

    Cold pale jesus, sodom and gomorah
    headless horseman death is at your doorstep
    death is at your doorstep
    the best rehabs are all in california
    junkies pushin up daisies in the garden

    fashionistas deliver the deathblow, penetrate you like its your birthday, playtime for children in the graveyard, you have not even seen the last of me
    what do you want me to say?
    I wouldn't have it any other way
    one day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull


    uatsi93on September 22, 2011   Link

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