oh alice, we're worried 'bout you
jack's not treating you too well
mascara drippin' down like an 80's goth clown
like siouxsie stuck in trite electro hell
no doubt, you've become an icon
but that's no distinction reserved for just you
you're a fine enough vapid stage puppet i guess
don't need respect to want to ravage you whole

you can fuck me, alice glass
but fuck your mediocre band

ethan katz, you should be ashamed of yourself
you've put your integrity on the shelf
surely you'll not endanger your mental health
pale primadonna lacks the nerve to take care of her self

alice sure as hell ain't producing this shit
so why get overly enamored with it?
not to say that you're oblivious to shame
but why does every fuckin' song you have sound the same?

(chorus) x 2
you and that luscious, pale, anemic scenester ass

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