Please tell me you tuned in to last nights stunning episode Young dashing Billy's true intentions were made known And a projected sweet, presumed innocent, small town heart was torn And we all felt for her Well she better get used to the sting All these hollow bitches are desperate housewives in training In lieu of camera crew firing squad Herd the lot of swine at the celebrity sneak preview Through the gates of the slaughter house We'll be waiting in the dark Strap teenage heroines into electric chairs Pucker up sunshine, and smile big for the bright lights They'd all look better in red with bullet holes in their chest Host a ceremony to celebrate short lived fame Broadcast depravity The season premier left us covered in tears White knuckled, trembling, cursing college co-eds Wishing we were sweet and sixteen Divulging dirty deeds via video feed Our ratings are down and next season is cancelled Nothing in our days makes us feel alive The drama we feed on doesn't light up our nights So swear to me that this is real life Apparently, you and me, we've been voted off the island It's just as well... as time will tell, this crew and vessel are damned to hellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
