Sheltered and privileged, you live with no consequence Party with other people's cash But your days are numbered, you live with no common sense When you stray further then the grass The pressure of stardom causes internal torment (You use hard drugs numerous kinds) They called you a genius, but you fall short of brilliant (When you use them at the same time)
It's a hilarious and deadly combination The only thing better would be assassination Or perhaps a shotgun suicide Weeping from the sheer frustration (Let out a chuckle) As the Hollywood elite O.D. and die
You were found on the ground in a puddle of dark red puke Bogus life, then you die. this is how they will remember you
The obituary was filled with blank emotion, but cause of death was sort of vague Opiates, ecstasy, eight hundred dollar champagne The list would fill a second page So much for that Oscar, they auction off your next role (Snorting lines off you at the wake) Forced mourning for a month, but then the show must go on (Twelve more carbon copies to take your place)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
