| This is beginning to feel just like a competition
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| I see you smiling at me and your front teeth are missing
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| Snapshots and flashbulbs ignite along the runway
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| And you freeze like a pale mannequin
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| I think you like what you see
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| The plastic surgeons all whisper to each other and blush
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| Malevolence breeds contempt into a deviant crush
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| Mortals threaten suicide until they forget your name
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| Fifteen minutes of fame is now the name of the game
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| Post-mortem penetration
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| Rigor mortis sets the scene
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| Maggots under the microscope all writhe and squirm in vaseline
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| In a city full of rats all feeding on the narcissism
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| I lit the match, I lit the fire
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| That burned your Hollywood to the ground… burn it all down
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| I.V. |
| drippin like cocaine down the back of your throat
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| Drama queen all dressed up with nowhere to go
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| Street walking night stalking cold-blooded killer
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| There’s a murderer in the rue morgue, a polkadot cadaver
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| Bring me the head of Andy Warhol
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| Nightmares shapeshift into oblivion
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| You have not even seen the last of me
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| What do you want me to say?
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| One day they’ll find you with a candle burning inside of your skull
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| Are you happy now
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| You’re finally the talk of the town
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| Searchlights in the sky
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| Your fame won’t turn this blood into wine
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| If LSD was as popular as cocaine
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| I wouldn’t drive a DeLorean
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| Cold pale Jesus, Sodom and Gomorah
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| Headless horseman, death is at your doorstep
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| The best rehabs are all in California
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| Junkies pushin' up daisies in the garden…
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| Can you dig it?
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| I’ve come here to eat your heart out
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| Slit your throat and fuck your brains out
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| Keep your voice down or you’ll wake the neighbors
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| Now we’re starting to get somewhere
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| Fashionistas deliver the deathblow
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| Penetrate you like it’s your birthday
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| Playtime for children in the graveyard |