Them (A Prelude) lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
I remember the old me
The one that was hesitant and simple
Afraid, tolerant and invisible
Only notice when I was at the end of a punchline or a punch
And punchlines hurt more
With a bruised identity and a shattered perception of who I was
I confined myself to a carousel
A merry go round, that was less merry and more toxic
A systematic awkwardness
A discomfort in disconnect with salvation
A punishment deserved
A loneliness inherited because I did not fit in with them
I lingered in a constant nightmare
Sleepwalking my days away
Helplessly, hopelessly, Horrified
An inperfection waiting for surgical hands to reach down and Lipo suck my existence
From a world that had ridiculed and booby trapped me into an empty shell of worthlessness
When will it stop
I remember the day I stopped trying to figure out who I was
And instead I asked the question
"Why do they hate me?"
Because hate is conveniently fueled by fear
And fear is a much easier emotion than courage
So why are they scared of me?
Why did I not fit in, with them?
Armed with poison tip tongues they released the stockpile of venomous delusions and hatred
Freak, weirdo, faggot, loser, misfit, different they howled
But you see
My lexicon does not succumb to your meaningless ignorance and lack of originality
My shoulders have carried the weight of a thousand voiceless screams
So I stand here before you and say
"Do your worst"
Words are wind and your weapon of choice will no longer control me
You will no longer render me inferior
So while they dwell in that pitiful superficial cave
The flames of the roaring fire dance upon the wall
They remain mentally shackled
Possessed by the puppet shadows, projected before them
Distorted vibrations cocooned by the unaware
Cookie cutter personality with hollowed minds
For that is their reality
They tried to confine me to the night (ha ha)
But I like the taste of the dark
And as I looked through the cracks in the wall an untangled the cobwebs of thought
I finally know who I am
I will no longer be backhanded or backstabbed
I can no longer backpaddle and blackout
I will no longer stand still and fear the worse
I've got a fettish for destruction and an appetit for creativity
Razerbladed teardrops trickle down and slice my face into puddles of emotional distress and actualization
I will no longer be tormented by illusion that being different is being wrong
A throwaway kid they called me
And a throwaway kid I am
No longer empty and alone
Finally happy
That I will never fit in, with them
The one that was hesitant and simple
Afraid, tolerant and invisible
Only notice when I was at the end of a punchline or a punch
And punchlines hurt more
With a bruised identity and a shattered perception of who I was
I confined myself to a carousel
A merry go round, that was less merry and more toxic
A systematic awkwardness
A discomfort in disconnect with salvation
A punishment deserved
A loneliness inherited because I did not fit in with them
I lingered in a constant nightmare
Sleepwalking my days away
Helplessly, hopelessly, Horrified
An inperfection waiting for surgical hands to reach down and Lipo suck my existence
From a world that had ridiculed and booby trapped me into an empty shell of worthlessness
When will it stop
I remember the day I stopped trying to figure out who I was
And instead I asked the question
"Why do they hate me?"
Because hate is conveniently fueled by fear
And fear is a much easier emotion than courage
So why are they scared of me?
Why did I not fit in, with them?
Armed with poison tip tongues they released the stockpile of venomous delusions and hatred
Freak, weirdo, faggot, loser, misfit, different they howled
But you see
My lexicon does not succumb to your meaningless ignorance and lack of originality
My shoulders have carried the weight of a thousand voiceless screams
So I stand here before you and say
"Do your worst"
Words are wind and your weapon of choice will no longer control me
You will no longer render me inferior
So while they dwell in that pitiful superficial cave
The flames of the roaring fire dance upon the wall
They remain mentally shackled
Possessed by the puppet shadows, projected before them
Distorted vibrations cocooned by the unaware
Cookie cutter personality with hollowed minds
For that is their reality
They tried to confine me to the night (ha ha)
But I like the taste of the dark
And as I looked through the cracks in the wall an untangled the cobwebs of thought
I finally know who I am
I will no longer be backhanded or backstabbed
I can no longer backpaddle and blackout
I will no longer stand still and fear the worse
I've got a fettish for destruction and an appetit for creativity
Razerbladed teardrops trickle down and slice my face into puddles of emotional distress and actualization
I will no longer be tormented by illusion that being different is being wrong
A throwaway kid they called me
And a throwaway kid I am
No longer empty and alone
Finally happy
That I will never fit in, with them
The Throwaway Kids lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
We sleep under a full moon swallowing full spoons of pain
While they hide we dance in the rain
We are not perfect
We are not glamorous
We are not Hiltons
We are not Kardashians
We are anti-gag with our hands tied tight around our backs
While Bush bombed Iraq
When Obama killed Osama
We refused to clap
Cause America's a terrorist too
Tit for tat
We are filthy poor
The opposite of Jersey Shore
So fuck Snooky and a stylist ugh
We are not commodities
We are bleeding hearts
Trapped inside of these circling sharks
We are the apocalypse
Standing in the dark
With white lights and fame
The opposite of ark
So clap for the anonymous
Cheer for the unlikely
Let the fucking world know
Who you might be
We are, we are
The young and innocents
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
We shadow dancing to Marilyn Manson
Screaming "Fuck the world!"
Like it's a national anthem
We are not popular
We are not praised
We are not 50's
We are not Kanyes
We are icons without the glamour and glitz
Like Heidi from the hills and the plastic tits
So while the president fucks you
The rich get rich
And try to paint me as an anarchist
666
You made me a Demon
So I'm aiming and squeezing
Enjoying the pain and the bleeding
Fuck the prom Queen
Fuck being beautiful
We are not Lohans
We are the unusual
The undisputable
Misfits, lights out
Raise by the Cain now it's aim at the white house
Clap for the invisible
March with the phantoms
Rise up with the throwaway anthem
We are, we are
The young and innocent
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
Never really fit in
Never really tried to
Flyer then a pilot, but never had the sky view
Bottom floor poor with a knack for being lied to
Painted face wasteland
The opposite of Graceland
Singing in the symphony of silence
Defiance sleeping with the wolves
And dancing with the lions
Inner city riots burning down the tyrants
Juggalos and misfits
Tackling the giants
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
Do we own the night?
Ohohohoho, ooh ooh
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
But are the kids alright
So let's, let's
Get it, get it,
On, on
Spit it, spit it
Out, out
Let them hear you shout
Let the hear you sing
We are, we are
The young and innocent
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
We are, we are
The young and innocent
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
While they hide we dance in the rain
We are not perfect
We are not glamorous
We are not Hiltons
We are not Kardashians
We are anti-gag with our hands tied tight around our backs
While Bush bombed Iraq
When Obama killed Osama
We refused to clap
Cause America's a terrorist too
Tit for tat
We are filthy poor
The opposite of Jersey Shore
So fuck Snooky and a stylist ugh
We are not commodities
We are bleeding hearts
Trapped inside of these circling sharks
We are the apocalypse
Standing in the dark
With white lights and fame
The opposite of ark
So clap for the anonymous
Cheer for the unlikely
Let the fucking world know
Who you might be
We are, we are
The young and innocents
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
We shadow dancing to Marilyn Manson
Screaming "Fuck the world!"
Like it's a national anthem
We are not popular
We are not praised
We are not 50's
We are not Kanyes
We are icons without the glamour and glitz
Like Heidi from the hills and the plastic tits
So while the president fucks you
The rich get rich
And try to paint me as an anarchist
666
You made me a Demon
So I'm aiming and squeezing
Enjoying the pain and the bleeding
Fuck the prom Queen
Fuck being beautiful
We are not Lohans
We are the unusual
The undisputable
Misfits, lights out
Raise by the Cain now it's aim at the white house
Clap for the invisible
March with the phantoms
Rise up with the throwaway anthem
We are, we are
The young and innocent
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
Never really fit in
Never really tried to
Flyer then a pilot, but never had the sky view
Bottom floor poor with a knack for being lied to
Painted face wasteland
The opposite of Graceland
Singing in the symphony of silence
Defiance sleeping with the wolves
And dancing with the lions
Inner city riots burning down the tyrants
Juggalos and misfits
Tackling the giants
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
Do we own the night?
Ohohohoho, ooh ooh
Ah, oh, ooh ooh
But are the kids alright
So let's, let's
Get it, get it,
On, on
Spit it, spit it
Out, out
Let them hear you shout
Let the hear you sing
We are, we are
The young and innocent
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
We are, we are
The young and innocent
We've come, we've come
To burn down your bridge
We are, we are
The lost but magnificent
We are, we are
The throwaway kids
Hurts Like... lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status (feat. Bea)
I can see the sea
All the good in front of me
Feel the summer
Spring going under
I can see the light
The wrong walking over right
Hear the thunder
Lean on my brother
But I, met you
And you're too fond to be true
Hurts like fuck
I don't know why
The thought of you
Should blow my mind
Grows like fire
I can't say how
It all ends up
Hurts like fuck
Right now (I know)
Right now
In a world full of plastic lips and tits
In a world where there's nothing you can't fix
With a scalpel and surgeon
A slice here, a cut there
But out comes a brand new person
Change your breast size from a B to a double D
Change your nose like you change clothes
You know how that saying goes, "love thyself"
And that's even if it means jeopardize my health
Botox is beautiful, Cosmo told me
So I'm a nip tuck my way out of lonely
It's a dream murdering your self-esteem
Sick concept sold by a magazine
Who profited, only see the logic
In dollar, dollar bills
Turning women in to objects
Who decides what's suitable and beautiful for business? (And it is a sickness)
Hurts like fuck
I don't know why
The thought of you
Should blow my mind
Grows like fire
I can't say how
It all ends up
Hurts like fuck
Right now
I'm sorry for the inconvenience
I hope you weren't sleeping
I know it's late in the evening
I know it's been a long time since we last spoke
Approximately nine months since I last wrote
Last I heard, you were losing hope
Eating liquid food through an IV tube
Still trying to stay afloat
But it's hard when there's a hole in your boat
You keep sinking
A hospital bed means time for deep thinkin'
And it's amazing
How one visit to the clinic could turn your life upside down in an instant
Never was it drugs or unprotected sex
The medics say genetics put that lump in your breast
And I know medicine could take away that lump in your chest
How come I only cry when it's under my breath?
I love you to death
So take that pain
Put a noose around it's neck and let it hang
Hurts like fuck
I don't know why
The thought of you
Should blow my mind
Grows like fire
I can't say how
It all ends up
Hurts like fuck
Right now
The thought of you should blow my mind
So far right down my riot
All ends up
Hurts like fuck
Grows like fire
I can't say how
It all ends up
Hurts like fuck
Right now
All the good in front of me
Feel the summer
Spring going under
I can see the light
The wrong walking over right
Hear the thunder
Lean on my brother
But I, met you
And you're too fond to be true
Hurts like fuck
I don't know why
The thought of you
Should blow my mind
Grows like fire
I can't say how
It all ends up
Hurts like fuck
Right now (I know)
Right now
In a world full of plastic lips and tits
In a world where there's nothing you can't fix
With a scalpel and surgeon
A slice here, a cut there
But out comes a brand new person
Change your breast size from a B to a double D
Change your nose like you change clothes
You know how that saying goes, "love thyself"
And that's even if it means jeopardize my health
Botox is beautiful, Cosmo told me
So I'm a nip tuck my way out of lonely
It's a dream murdering your self-esteem
Sick concept sold by a magazine
Who profited, only see the logic
In dollar, dollar bills
Turning women in to objects
Who decides what's suitable and beautiful for business? (And it is a sickness)
Hurts like fuck
I don't know why
The thought of you
Should blow my mind
Grows like fire
I can't say how
It all ends up
Hurts like fuck
Right now
I'm sorry for the inconvenience
I hope you weren't sleeping
I know it's late in the evening
I know it's been a long time since we last spoke
Approximately nine months since I last wrote
Last I heard, you were losing hope
Eating liquid food through an IV tube
Still trying to stay afloat
But it's hard when there's a hole in your boat
You keep sinking
A hospital bed means time for deep thinkin'
And it's amazing
How one visit to the clinic could turn your life upside down in an instant
Never was it drugs or unprotected sex
The medics say genetics put that lump in your breast
And I know medicine could take away that lump in your chest
How come I only cry when it's under my breath?
I love you to death
So take that pain
Put a noose around it's neck and let it hang
Hurts like fuck
I don't know why
The thought of you
Should blow my mind
Grows like fire
I can't say how
It all ends up
Hurts like fuck
Right now
The thought of you should blow my mind
So far right down my riot
All ends up
Hurts like fuck
Grows like fire
I can't say how
It all ends up
Hurts like fuck
Right now
They Will Love You lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
You wanna be a dead superstar and live large
Dead Celeb came to raise the bar
Up from when Hendrix played guitar,
Right down to your phony ass A&R.
John Lennon dies, the world is stunned
What if Mark Chapman didn't shoot that gun
The same one who sang give 'give peace a chance'
Was the same one who died from violent hands
So should we all take a silent stance
So celebrities are targets from irate fans
'Cuz I know something smells like teen spirit
Something smells like teen spirit
And if someone yells can we hear it
Or we gotta be dead for you to listen to the lyrics.
Wake up from that sleepy trance
'Cuz tonight, even the dead will dance.
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
We are all stars in the filthy sky
But they only love you when you die
Fame is a game that will eat you alive
While 99 Red Balloons go by
Throw me in a coffin, Andy Kaufmann
Make a legend like Janis Joplin
Play punk rock like Johnny Rotten
Success is death, the 2Pac option.
Guns on my head, die for this,
Or I'd shoot my way up the billboard charts
Now I got a number one song,
They love it when you're dead and gone.
Fame is an illusion, a magic trick
And I'm not a Chris Angel advocate.
So run, run for the hills
Fall, fall from the sky
Do they really love you when you die, die
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
We are, shameless
We are, dead famous
We are, faithless
We have finally made it
We are, shameless
We are, dead famous
We are, faithless
We have finally made it
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
Dead Celeb came to raise the bar
Up from when Hendrix played guitar,
Right down to your phony ass A&R.
John Lennon dies, the world is stunned
What if Mark Chapman didn't shoot that gun
The same one who sang give 'give peace a chance'
Was the same one who died from violent hands
So should we all take a silent stance
So celebrities are targets from irate fans
'Cuz I know something smells like teen spirit
Something smells like teen spirit
And if someone yells can we hear it
Or we gotta be dead for you to listen to the lyrics.
Wake up from that sleepy trance
'Cuz tonight, even the dead will dance.
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
We are all stars in the filthy sky
But they only love you when you die
Fame is a game that will eat you alive
While 99 Red Balloons go by
Throw me in a coffin, Andy Kaufmann
Make a legend like Janis Joplin
Play punk rock like Johnny Rotten
Success is death, the 2Pac option.
Guns on my head, die for this,
Or I'd shoot my way up the billboard charts
Now I got a number one song,
They love it when you're dead and gone.
Fame is an illusion, a magic trick
And I'm not a Chris Angel advocate.
So run, run for the hills
Fall, fall from the sky
Do they really love you when you die, die
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
We are, shameless
We are, dead famous
We are, faithless
We have finally made it
We are, shameless
We are, dead famous
We are, faithless
We have finally made it
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
It don't matter who you are
Just as long as you can be
A dead super, superstar.
They will love you when you're dead
What Have We Become lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight,
Must have been something you said,
I just died in your arms tonight...
I just died in your arms [x4]
What have we become?
She says she will always love me, never criticize or judge me,
Oh she's so beautiful but sometimes she can act ugly,
Like when she says she hates me, but that just turns me on,
So the more we yell and cuss, the closer we become,
Its like we crave pain, I slap you, you slap me,
Its nasty, but somehow the anger makes us happy,
She swings to cut, So I call her a slut,
But I'm a mutt, I guess we're both evil and equally fucked,
Its like one minute we're up, but than we're back in a rut,
You walk away, I say ok, and than we slam the door shut,
And than we kiss and make up, like it was nothing,
You call it discussion; I call it dysfunction, somethin'
Its like we're addicts with habits that we just cant kick,
We know its savage, but average is not romantic,
Cause when she cuts I bleed, but I love the taste of blood,
And when we fuck we scream, now that's what I call love.
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight,
Must have been something you said,
I just died in your arms tonight...
I just died in your arms [x4]
She wants the upper hand and I want the advantage,
Which leaves permanent scars, too many wounds to bandage,
But somehow we manage to reverse the damage,
We know its toxic, but falling out of love is not an option,
So often, we swallow that dangerous concoction,
Of pain mixed with fun, in hopes that we become,
Numb, to the vicious attitudes and panic moods,
But what abuses us, amuses us we call it gratitude,
So push me, shove me, tell me that I'm ugly,
Scratch me, now bite me, showing me that you love me,
Hug me or reject me like insanity is sexy,
You can kiss me like you miss me or keep acting like you never met me,
Cause either way we like it edgy, Cause normal is to formal,
And sketchy is the opposite of cordial,
Young, dumb and licking blood,
Ups and downs, stuck in mud,
Knowing that we drive each other crazy but we still in love..
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight,
Must have been something you said,
I just died in your arms tonight...
What have become [x3]
I just died in your arms [x4]
Must have been something you said,
I just died in your arms tonight...
I just died in your arms [x4]
What have we become?
She says she will always love me, never criticize or judge me,
Oh she's so beautiful but sometimes she can act ugly,
Like when she says she hates me, but that just turns me on,
So the more we yell and cuss, the closer we become,
Its like we crave pain, I slap you, you slap me,
Its nasty, but somehow the anger makes us happy,
She swings to cut, So I call her a slut,
But I'm a mutt, I guess we're both evil and equally fucked,
Its like one minute we're up, but than we're back in a rut,
You walk away, I say ok, and than we slam the door shut,
And than we kiss and make up, like it was nothing,
You call it discussion; I call it dysfunction, somethin'
Its like we're addicts with habits that we just cant kick,
We know its savage, but average is not romantic,
Cause when she cuts I bleed, but I love the taste of blood,
And when we fuck we scream, now that's what I call love.
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight,
Must have been something you said,
I just died in your arms tonight...
I just died in your arms [x4]
She wants the upper hand and I want the advantage,
Which leaves permanent scars, too many wounds to bandage,
But somehow we manage to reverse the damage,
We know its toxic, but falling out of love is not an option,
So often, we swallow that dangerous concoction,
Of pain mixed with fun, in hopes that we become,
Numb, to the vicious attitudes and panic moods,
But what abuses us, amuses us we call it gratitude,
So push me, shove me, tell me that I'm ugly,
Scratch me, now bite me, showing me that you love me,
Hug me or reject me like insanity is sexy,
You can kiss me like you miss me or keep acting like you never met me,
Cause either way we like it edgy, Cause normal is to formal,
And sketchy is the opposite of cordial,
Young, dumb and licking blood,
Ups and downs, stuck in mud,
Knowing that we drive each other crazy but we still in love..
Oh I, I just died in your arms tonight,
Must have been something you said,
I just died in your arms tonight...
What have become [x3]
I just died in your arms [x4]
Dancing On The Sun lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
These veins are empty
Cuz they came and took it all away
It's my redemption
But I couldn't fit the mold
I walked a stray, I walk away
From the blood of yesterday
I'm not afraid...
They call me sand nigga, towel head, terror from the east
So I scream allahu akbar, praying for peace
When I speak Arabic, you think Terrorist
9-11, Jihad, Anti-American
Bombs over Baghdad, kill a million Muslims!
Bush is a racist! Obama ain't change shit!
Brainwashed a nation, turn a confederate patron
To an Anti-Islam, skull and bone mason
Sublime, killer by design
The american dream is a rock we can't climb
We tore down the wall of Berlin in '89
Then Israel built it back up in Palestine
But when I speak my mind and address it
You label me as an Anti-Semitic
I label me as an anti-war machine
It's time to make them scream...
Together we will come
No longer will we run
We'll dance on the sun
But still it's not okay
We fight for the struggle
We crawl through the rubble
No longer will it be
The blood of yesterday
Political pirate, papa-razzi, Nazi
Celebrity rehab, oxymoron
Osama and Obama
Which 1 drops more bombs?
And gets rich when wars on
White collar'd that Bill O'Reilly
Miley Cyrus, H1, N1, man made virus
Reality's a botox, Megan Fox, newscast
So fuck Palestine, JLO's got a new ass
And Britney's fucking Hugh Grant
Charlie loves Cocaine
Lindsey caught naked with a few grams
Beyonce got a new dance
Keep em entertained girl
Keep em entertained
While the news stands
Spin lies and deceptions
Like Saddam's hiding nuclear weapons
Like Vietnam and 9-11 intentions
It's like we're all big brother contestants
Together we will come
No longer will we run
We'll dance on the sun
But still it's not okay
We fight for the struggle
We crawl through the rubble
No longer will it be
The blood of yesterday
[Speech:]
We'll not be silenced
Whether your a Christian
Whether your a Muslim
Whether your a atheist
You will demand your god damn rights
And you will have your rights
1 way or the other
You will never be silenced
This is why I'm not, this is why I'm not
Hugh newton slained, malcolm X shot
American planes dropping bombs in Iraq
While billion dollar ads keep telling us to shop
Banks bailed out while the board just rock
And the rich go to war to boost the price of a stock
But Harper don't shoot, Sarkozy don't shoot
Their just cowards hiding behind troops!
C'mon!
Together we will come
No longer will we run
We'll dance on the sun
But still it's not okay
We fight for the struggle
We crawl through the rubble
No longer will it be
The blood of yesterday
Together we will come
No longer will we run
We'll dance on the sun
But still it's not okay
We fight for the struggle
We crawl through the rubble
No longer will it be
The blood of yesterday
Cuz they came and took it all away
It's my redemption
But I couldn't fit the mold
I walked a stray, I walk away
From the blood of yesterday
I'm not afraid...
They call me sand nigga, towel head, terror from the east
So I scream allahu akbar, praying for peace
When I speak Arabic, you think Terrorist
9-11, Jihad, Anti-American
Bombs over Baghdad, kill a million Muslims!
Bush is a racist! Obama ain't change shit!
Brainwashed a nation, turn a confederate patron
To an Anti-Islam, skull and bone mason
Sublime, killer by design
The american dream is a rock we can't climb
We tore down the wall of Berlin in '89
Then Israel built it back up in Palestine
But when I speak my mind and address it
You label me as an Anti-Semitic
I label me as an anti-war machine
It's time to make them scream...
Together we will come
No longer will we run
We'll dance on the sun
But still it's not okay
We fight for the struggle
We crawl through the rubble
No longer will it be
The blood of yesterday
Political pirate, papa-razzi, Nazi
Celebrity rehab, oxymoron
Osama and Obama
Which 1 drops more bombs?
And gets rich when wars on
White collar'd that Bill O'Reilly
Miley Cyrus, H1, N1, man made virus
Reality's a botox, Megan Fox, newscast
So fuck Palestine, JLO's got a new ass
And Britney's fucking Hugh Grant
Charlie loves Cocaine
Lindsey caught naked with a few grams
Beyonce got a new dance
Keep em entertained girl
Keep em entertained
While the news stands
Spin lies and deceptions
Like Saddam's hiding nuclear weapons
Like Vietnam and 9-11 intentions
It's like we're all big brother contestants
Together we will come
No longer will we run
We'll dance on the sun
But still it's not okay
We fight for the struggle
We crawl through the rubble
No longer will it be
The blood of yesterday
[Speech:]
We'll not be silenced
Whether your a Christian
Whether your a Muslim
Whether your a atheist
You will demand your god damn rights
And you will have your rights
1 way or the other
You will never be silenced
This is why I'm not, this is why I'm not
Hugh newton slained, malcolm X shot
American planes dropping bombs in Iraq
While billion dollar ads keep telling us to shop
Banks bailed out while the board just rock
And the rich go to war to boost the price of a stock
But Harper don't shoot, Sarkozy don't shoot
Their just cowards hiding behind troops!
C'mon!
Together we will come
No longer will we run
We'll dance on the sun
But still it's not okay
We fight for the struggle
We crawl through the rubble
No longer will it be
The blood of yesterday
Together we will come
No longer will we run
We'll dance on the sun
But still it's not okay
We fight for the struggle
We crawl through the rubble
No longer will it be
The blood of yesterday
Pretty Little Creepshow lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
She’s my beautiful wrong
My favorite mistake
My dirty-faced angel with razorblade wings
She sings me to sleep, 80’s lullaby
This is what it sounds like when doves cry
Black rose, black dress, picturesque, click click
Photogenic, mi amour, I’m obsess sick sick
Love the way we kill time, tick tick
Touch me, breathe on my insecurities
Make ‘em love me,
God I love it when you say you want me, kills me, calms me
Every part of you is a part of me.
Oh you’re so sexy when you wake up
That’s when you’re the prettiest
Messy hair, no make-up
Gotta feed my appetite
Eat your heart, scrape the plate
Kiss you like a vampire
Savage like angel-cake
Take a bite, love the taste
Misery loves company,
And I know she’s far from perfect,
But she’s perfectly in love with me.
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
She’s my pale-skin, rail-thin
Frail, slim, sin-city pretty little lady
So ‘take these broken wings
And learn to fly again’
She’s my Red Hot Chili Pepper
Suck My Kiss, cut my wrist
Fall asleep beside me
So I could hear your heart pump blood like an IV
Bind me
Treat me like a hostage
Confine me
Trap me, wrap me in bondage
Kindly
I love the way she acts so Canadian
But when the door shuts
She’s my little Jenna Jameson
My sexy Tasmanian
Devil in victoria
Secret little china doll
My Eva Longoria
I’m falling, falling
Catch me, catch me
Grab me by the waist
Wrap chain around me
Treat me like a zombie
I’m your kamikaze crashing
Through your body, naughty
Fuck, I love the way you taste
Cinnamon and Gasoline
Just a perfect twist of love and hate
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
Why can’t you say you want me
Tell me why you need to hate me
Why can’t you say you want me
Tell me why you need to hate me
Why can’t you say you want me
Tell me why you need to hate me
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
My favorite mistake
My dirty-faced angel with razorblade wings
She sings me to sleep, 80’s lullaby
This is what it sounds like when doves cry
Black rose, black dress, picturesque, click click
Photogenic, mi amour, I’m obsess sick sick
Love the way we kill time, tick tick
Touch me, breathe on my insecurities
Make ‘em love me,
God I love it when you say you want me, kills me, calms me
Every part of you is a part of me.
Oh you’re so sexy when you wake up
That’s when you’re the prettiest
Messy hair, no make-up
Gotta feed my appetite
Eat your heart, scrape the plate
Kiss you like a vampire
Savage like angel-cake
Take a bite, love the taste
Misery loves company,
And I know she’s far from perfect,
But she’s perfectly in love with me.
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
She’s my pale-skin, rail-thin
Frail, slim, sin-city pretty little lady
So ‘take these broken wings
And learn to fly again’
She’s my Red Hot Chili Pepper
Suck My Kiss, cut my wrist
Fall asleep beside me
So I could hear your heart pump blood like an IV
Bind me
Treat me like a hostage
Confine me
Trap me, wrap me in bondage
Kindly
I love the way she acts so Canadian
But when the door shuts
She’s my little Jenna Jameson
My sexy Tasmanian
Devil in victoria
Secret little china doll
My Eva Longoria
I’m falling, falling
Catch me, catch me
Grab me by the waist
Wrap chain around me
Treat me like a zombie
I’m your kamikaze crashing
Through your body, naughty
Fuck, I love the way you taste
Cinnamon and Gasoline
Just a perfect twist of love and hate
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
Why can’t you say you want me
Tell me why you need to hate me
Why can’t you say you want me
Tell me why you need to hate me
Why can’t you say you want me
Tell me why you need to hate me
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
She’s a creep
And she’s so fucking special
You’re a creep
And you’re so fucking special
Shut It Down lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
[Chorus: x2]
Walk into to my cage
Watch me shut, shut, shut it down
We step on stage
And we shut, shut, shut it down
You feel my rage
When we shut, shut, shut it down
I love the pain
I ain't fazed
Give me one more round
I show no mercy cause I'm verbally indifferent
Raps my octagon I'm just searching for submissions
A caged lion rhyming with a purpose of inflicting pain
Cause freestyle or written I'm insane
The way I jot psychotic but so is my logic
That's why I rap like I'm gouging a eye socket
I'm just a natural with a scratch match gas flow
Johnny Cash middle finger up
Fuck a rap show
Control like Castro
Leave em hooked like crack
Cocaine get in your brain
Like psychology, Maslow
Michael Jackson bad flow
Pedophile style mean
I don't look at age when I'm destroying your child
I take em 8 to 80
Dumb crippled and crazy
Whoever stands in front of me
Lil Wayne and Jay-Z
So fuck how you rate me
Or how you feel verbally
Cause personally
I never heard of you
But you heard of me
[Chorus: x2]
Walk into to my cage
Watch me shut shut shut it down
We step on stage
And we shut shut shut it down
You feel my rage
When we shut shut shut it down
I love the pain
I ain't fazed
Give me one more round
The dead'll haunt you
So trying to run is like Big Pun
Trying rap with a punctured lung
You lack the spine or back
It takes to face me
Cause vocals are like chock holds
On the old voice [?]
Lately I've been out for blood
That's why I spit
Like I ain't got nothing else to love
My heart beats & ticks
While yours sleeps & skips
It's a dog eat dog world
Ask Michael Vick
I'm like lyrically massive
My writings exciting
Like Steve Nash's passes
Like different rhyming in foreign accents
My actions capture the moment like photographic flashes
Of Kardashian asses
This is gridlock king of the dot
Lyrically blacked out
Punch like a John Jones
When I make the beat tapout
Gas out, max out
Bleeding on the canvas
Welcome to the madness
Of Dead Celebrity Status
[Chorus: x2]
Walk into to my cage
Watch me shut shut shut it down
We step on stage
And we shut shut shut it down
You feel my rage
When we shut shut shut it down
I love the pain
I ain't fazed
Give me one more round
Walk into to my cage
Watch me shut, shut, shut it down
We step on stage
And we shut, shut, shut it down
You feel my rage
When we shut, shut, shut it down
I love the pain
I ain't fazed
Give me one more round
I show no mercy cause I'm verbally indifferent
Raps my octagon I'm just searching for submissions
A caged lion rhyming with a purpose of inflicting pain
Cause freestyle or written I'm insane
The way I jot psychotic but so is my logic
That's why I rap like I'm gouging a eye socket
I'm just a natural with a scratch match gas flow
Johnny Cash middle finger up
Fuck a rap show
Control like Castro
Leave em hooked like crack
Cocaine get in your brain
Like psychology, Maslow
Michael Jackson bad flow
Pedophile style mean
I don't look at age when I'm destroying your child
I take em 8 to 80
Dumb crippled and crazy
Whoever stands in front of me
Lil Wayne and Jay-Z
So fuck how you rate me
Or how you feel verbally
Cause personally
I never heard of you
But you heard of me
[Chorus: x2]
Walk into to my cage
Watch me shut shut shut it down
We step on stage
And we shut shut shut it down
You feel my rage
When we shut shut shut it down
I love the pain
I ain't fazed
Give me one more round
The dead'll haunt you
So trying to run is like Big Pun
Trying rap with a punctured lung
You lack the spine or back
It takes to face me
Cause vocals are like chock holds
On the old voice [?]
Lately I've been out for blood
That's why I spit
Like I ain't got nothing else to love
My heart beats & ticks
While yours sleeps & skips
It's a dog eat dog world
Ask Michael Vick
I'm like lyrically massive
My writings exciting
Like Steve Nash's passes
Like different rhyming in foreign accents
My actions capture the moment like photographic flashes
Of Kardashian asses
This is gridlock king of the dot
Lyrically blacked out
Punch like a John Jones
When I make the beat tapout
Gas out, max out
Bleeding on the canvas
Welcome to the madness
Of Dead Celebrity Status
[Chorus: x2]
Walk into to my cage
Watch me shut shut shut it down
We step on stage
And we shut shut shut it down
You feel my rage
When we shut shut shut it down
I love the pain
I ain't fazed
Give me one more round
Intro lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
I remember the stories they used to tell me,
About how beautiful and powerful she was.
She was a goddess amongst mortal men.
Every slight sound she made was a pure as an angel resting on her shoulder.
Every whisper she spoke, brought passion and clarity
To all those fortunate enough to hear her voice.
But that is no longer. Those are just stories from the past.
I see the way they treat her now, the way the disrespect and take advantage of her.
They used her for their own personal gain, success and fame.
They tricked her into thinking it was all done for love,
But really, it was done for money.
They say money is the root of all evil, but I know it's people.
It's people who have carried out these treacherous crimes against her.
It is people who have tried to suck, and nearly drained the blood of her soul.
Her name is Music. She was once innocent, perfect.
But now I fear for the worst.
The day they drained her of all her blood, will be the day Music dies.
About how beautiful and powerful she was.
She was a goddess amongst mortal men.
Every slight sound she made was a pure as an angel resting on her shoulder.
Every whisper she spoke, brought passion and clarity
To all those fortunate enough to hear her voice.
But that is no longer. Those are just stories from the past.
I see the way they treat her now, the way the disrespect and take advantage of her.
They used her for their own personal gain, success and fame.
They tricked her into thinking it was all done for love,
But really, it was done for money.
They say money is the root of all evil, but I know it's people.
It's people who have carried out these treacherous crimes against her.
It is people who have tried to suck, and nearly drained the blood of her soul.
Her name is Music. She was once innocent, perfect.
But now I fear for the worst.
The day they drained her of all her blood, will be the day Music dies.
We Fall, We Fall lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
[Young Girls]
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
You wanna be a star, here's a gimmick and a style,
to mimmick and free clothes to help redesign your image.
I feel like the only way I'll see fame and wealth,
is to kill myself the same week my record hits the shelf.
All you really need is a record label budget,
then watch the machine force feed it to the public.
Hate it or love it, watch it or unplug it.
Careers disappear quicker than next week's club hit.
You're just a puppet on a string I'm your master.
You're not cut out to sing, you might as well be an actor.
or write a chapter how sex sells music,
Nobody likes your songs, they watch your videos muted.
Mixed and diluted, polluted trashed will crash.
This prostitute music selling songs with ass,
I gasp for breath, Dead Celeb pass the test.
Music for a living? I can't ask for less.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
Fuck mass appeal and fuck keeping it real,
I feel I need to date Tommy Matola for a record deal.
What would you do for that big contract?
Change your face like Michael, be on American Idol?
Act homicidal and eat your own intestines.
I thought we were musicians not Fear Factor contestants.
Overnight stars want credit? Forget it.
Yeah, you went platinum, but who wrote your record?
Extra philosophy, behind a music prodigy.
The next best thing since The Motley Crue Biography.
It's like Gods become a shark in deep water.
You swim up to the mainstream, then you bite the author.
You could be a star, too, if you're near edges.
Fuck the opinions of these haters and critics.
They can be so cynic, quick to call you a gimmick.
You can't tarnish my image, you write about it, I live it.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
[Guitar Solo]
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from us swinging battle axe.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from us swinging battle axe.
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
You wanna be a star, here's a gimmick and a style,
to mimmick and free clothes to help redesign your image.
I feel like the only way I'll see fame and wealth,
is to kill myself the same week my record hits the shelf.
All you really need is a record label budget,
then watch the machine force feed it to the public.
Hate it or love it, watch it or unplug it.
Careers disappear quicker than next week's club hit.
You're just a puppet on a string I'm your master.
You're not cut out to sing, you might as well be an actor.
or write a chapter how sex sells music,
Nobody likes your songs, they watch your videos muted.
Mixed and diluted, polluted trashed will crash.
This prostitute music selling songs with ass,
I gasp for breath, Dead Celeb pass the test.
Music for a living? I can't ask for less.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
Fuck mass appeal and fuck keeping it real,
I feel I need to date Tommy Matola for a record deal.
What would you do for that big contract?
Change your face like Michael, be on American Idol?
Act homicidal and eat your own intestines.
I thought we were musicians not Fear Factor contestants.
Overnight stars want credit? Forget it.
Yeah, you went platinum, but who wrote your record?
Extra philosophy, behind a music prodigy.
The next best thing since The Motley Crue Biography.
It's like Gods become a shark in deep water.
You swim up to the mainstream, then you bite the author.
You could be a star, too, if you're near edges.
Fuck the opinions of these haters and critics.
They can be so cynic, quick to call you a gimmick.
You can't tarnish my image, you write about it, I live it.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe.
[Guitar Solo]
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from us swinging battle axe.
The harder they come, the harder they fall.
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl.
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track.
Here's another taste from us swinging battle axe.
In This Day And Age lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
[Yas:]
[Arabic talking:] God Forbid us from the devil
Let me introduce myself my name's Yassim.
Been a muslim my whole life and I ain't never met no terrorist.
Why would I watch tv? All they do is try to embarrass us.
Nine eleven was disasterous. Fuck those devil advocates.
My religion is peace love and happiness.
This shock cannot be televised for free.
'Cause bright lights and dead bodies make for great TV.
The world is panicking, Mr Bush is mad again.
Watching them bombs drop, makes me sick to my abdomen.
What doesn't kill you can only make you strong.
Then I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world with one arm.
When bombs are being dropped from planes, media affects our brains,
Remember it's innocent children being slain.
And I'm feeling their pain and their bloodshed
How many more will end up dead?
My brother Mohhamed can't get through customs.
Harrased and spit upon, the price for being muslim.
Fuck your sympathy, don't look at me differently.
Don't repeat history. War is hate. Salam.
[Bif Naked: Arabic]
"Peace and blessings on to you"
[Yas:]
In this day and age it's rage and life destruction.
Lyposuction and breast implants, like a Hollywood star
With her lips and chest enhanced.
It's just plastic surgery for the less advanced.
White lies, great for religion, sex, and churches.
Politicians sniffing white lies behind closed curtains.
Overpaid athletes stick steroids in ass cheeks.
Million dollar salaries depend on players stat sheets.
The young and homeless live amongst the trash heeps.
Last week's news is forgotten, dead stiff and rotten,
Like the corpse of Andy Hoffman.
They say peace sells, but who's buying? I say sex sells.
In these days and times, the public loves it,
They can't get enough of it, anything else says rubbish.
Mp3s and burnt cds, lead us to believe that music is now free.
The industry's in a panic, major labels running frantic.
World's best mechanic couldn't fix it.
Empty seats means kids can't afford a ticket, and it's a problem.
Like teenaged love without a condom.
[Bif Naked: Arabic]
"Peace and blessings on to you"
[Arabic talking:] God Forbid us from the devil
Let me introduce myself my name's Yassim.
Been a muslim my whole life and I ain't never met no terrorist.
Why would I watch tv? All they do is try to embarrass us.
Nine eleven was disasterous. Fuck those devil advocates.
My religion is peace love and happiness.
This shock cannot be televised for free.
'Cause bright lights and dead bodies make for great TV.
The world is panicking, Mr Bush is mad again.
Watching them bombs drop, makes me sick to my abdomen.
What doesn't kill you can only make you strong.
Then I feel like I'm carrying the weight of the world with one arm.
When bombs are being dropped from planes, media affects our brains,
Remember it's innocent children being slain.
And I'm feeling their pain and their bloodshed
How many more will end up dead?
My brother Mohhamed can't get through customs.
Harrased and spit upon, the price for being muslim.
Fuck your sympathy, don't look at me differently.
Don't repeat history. War is hate. Salam.
[Bif Naked: Arabic]
"Peace and blessings on to you"
[Yas:]
In this day and age it's rage and life destruction.
Lyposuction and breast implants, like a Hollywood star
With her lips and chest enhanced.
It's just plastic surgery for the less advanced.
White lies, great for religion, sex, and churches.
Politicians sniffing white lies behind closed curtains.
Overpaid athletes stick steroids in ass cheeks.
Million dollar salaries depend on players stat sheets.
The young and homeless live amongst the trash heeps.
Last week's news is forgotten, dead stiff and rotten,
Like the corpse of Andy Hoffman.
They say peace sells, but who's buying? I say sex sells.
In these days and times, the public loves it,
They can't get enough of it, anything else says rubbish.
Mp3s and burnt cds, lead us to believe that music is now free.
The industry's in a panic, major labels running frantic.
World's best mechanic couldn't fix it.
Empty seats means kids can't afford a ticket, and it's a problem.
Like teenaged love without a condom.
[Bif Naked: Arabic]
"Peace and blessings on to you"
Somebody Turn The Lights Off - Dead Celebrity Status
(Click Click Click, sshh)
Somebody turn the lights off.
Sometimes my eyes are hollow and sleepy
Somebody turn the lights down.
Sometimes my skin wishes I was somewhere else
Somebody turn the lights off.
Sometimes the only way out is back in.
Somebody turn the lights down.
Click click click in the night.
Sometimes I turn the lights off and close the curtains,
'cuz I like the dark, I'm a lonely person.
And it's seems like my only friends are the TV, Maxim and FHM.
That's why I drink 'till I pass out think 'till I black out.
or watch Jay Leno 'till I crash out.
It's like this whole world's consumed on some Pink Floyd shit,
dark side of the moon, singing:
- We don't need no education. -
'cuz my life's like poltregeist,
it sucks me in and I can't change the station.
- We don't need no thought control. -
And I try to really sleep as my life repeats,
like I'm trapped in a rerun of my own show.
So somebody turn off the lights. Turn these lights off.
So somebody show me you're there, and turn these lights on.
Do you mind if I flick this light switch?
'cuz I don't want you to see me like this.
I'm not normal I'm a different creature.
You don't like me, I don't like me either.
I keep seeing things that I can't resist.
Got a girlfriend that barely knows I exist.
Or maybe it's the Lithium I'm on,
while I punch through crunch like Nirvana's song, saying:
- I feel stupid, and contagious. -
'cuz everytime I shut my eyes, I see angels with dirty faces.
- Here we are now, entertain us. -
Now my life's got me seeing death,
like I'm back with the three witches of Macbeth.
So somebody turn off the lights. Turn these lights off.
So somebody show me you're there, and turn these lights on.
Where do you go when the lights go out?
Do you toss and turn and scream and shout?
I know.
- Why would you keep laughing?
I know.
Where do you hide when the sun goes down,
and darkness falls and no one's around?
I know.
- Why is love such a bad word?
Click click click in the night.
I know all bad things happen in threes.
And hearts skip beats like scratched cds.
When darkness falls, when strangers call,
like finding phone numbers, in bathroom stalls.
My back is against these walls of hatred.
I feel like I'm trapped between Freddy Vs Jason.
No escape from this blue lagoon.
That's why I shout like I'm Ozzy, and I bark at the moon.
So somebody turn off the lights.
- Somebody turn these lights off.
So somebody show me you're there and turn these lights on.
- So somebody show me you're there.
So somebody turn off the lights.
- Somebody turn these lights off.
So somebody show me you're there and turn these lights on.
- So somebody show me you're there.
Click click click in the night.
Somebody turn the lights off.
Sometimes my eyes are hollow and sleepy
Somebody turn the lights down.
Sometimes my skin wishes I was somewhere else
Somebody turn the lights off.
Sometimes the only way out is back in.
Somebody turn the lights down.
Click click click in the night.
Sometimes I turn the lights off and close the curtains,
'cuz I like the dark, I'm a lonely person.
And it's seems like my only friends are the TV, Maxim and FHM.
That's why I drink 'till I pass out think 'till I black out.
or watch Jay Leno 'till I crash out.
It's like this whole world's consumed on some Pink Floyd shit,
dark side of the moon, singing:
- We don't need no education. -
'cuz my life's like poltregeist,
it sucks me in and I can't change the station.
- We don't need no thought control. -
And I try to really sleep as my life repeats,
like I'm trapped in a rerun of my own show.
So somebody turn off the lights. Turn these lights off.
So somebody show me you're there, and turn these lights on.
Do you mind if I flick this light switch?
'cuz I don't want you to see me like this.
I'm not normal I'm a different creature.
You don't like me, I don't like me either.
I keep seeing things that I can't resist.
Got a girlfriend that barely knows I exist.
Or maybe it's the Lithium I'm on,
while I punch through crunch like Nirvana's song, saying:
- I feel stupid, and contagious. -
'cuz everytime I shut my eyes, I see angels with dirty faces.
- Here we are now, entertain us. -
Now my life's got me seeing death,
like I'm back with the three witches of Macbeth.
So somebody turn off the lights. Turn these lights off.
So somebody show me you're there, and turn these lights on.
Where do you go when the lights go out?
Do you toss and turn and scream and shout?
I know.
- Why would you keep laughing?
I know.
Where do you hide when the sun goes down,
and darkness falls and no one's around?
I know.
- Why is love such a bad word?
Click click click in the night.
I know all bad things happen in threes.
And hearts skip beats like scratched cds.
When darkness falls, when strangers call,
like finding phone numbers, in bathroom stalls.
My back is against these walls of hatred.
I feel like I'm trapped between Freddy Vs Jason.
No escape from this blue lagoon.
That's why I shout like I'm Ozzy, and I bark at the moon.
So somebody turn off the lights.
- Somebody turn these lights off.
So somebody show me you're there and turn these lights on.
- So somebody show me you're there.
So somebody turn off the lights.
- Somebody turn these lights off.
So somebody show me you're there and turn these lights on.
- So somebody show me you're there.
Click click click in the night.
Erica lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
[Bobby] Dear Erica, I would cherish you more than life itself.
[Yas] Wait, no you wouldn't.-
[Bobby] Don't Listen to him, he only cares about himself.-
[Yas] alright -
[Bobby] See I would be there through thick and thin,
in sickness and in health, from beginning to end.
You gotta decide, me or him, Erica, tell me I'm curious.
[Yas] Bobby, I didn't mean to cut you off but are you really being serious?
You sound delirious, I can't believe I'm hearing this,
Erica's my girl, she always has been, period.
She hates you, what makes you think she would date you?
You got a new girl, like every week, at least I'm faithful.
[Bobby] Erica, take my advice, like how long have you known me?
I know Yas, he's the kind that'd leave you stranded and lonely.
Why are you lying to me?
So don't come crying to me.
When your alone, on your own,
remember I am just me,
and all I want is a chance,
but you can't make up your mind.
- Erica please.
[Joss Stone]
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
- Erica please.
[Joss Stone]
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
[Bobby] Hold up, wait a minute,
I ain't afraid of commitment, but Yas is,
trust me, he'd be gone in an instant.
[Yas] Bobby's obsessive, he sleeps next to your pictures.
Now, let me go get Justin to cry you one more river.
- Cry me a river.
And he ain't big on pleasing but he acts like he mastered it.
I heard two minutes and he's sexually inadequate.
[Bobby] Okay, Yas, he's a loser, and I don't see the attraction,
all those pickup lines he uses, he read 'em in the last Maxim.
And ask him about how he likes to flirt with strangers.
He'd drop you in a second to watch the Indiana Pacers.
[Yas] Bobby, come on, you and Erica are dead wrong,
you'd have better luck hooking up with Stifler's Mom.
[Bobby] Listen, Erica's my soulmate, my fate, my world,
so get that through your head and go chase some other girl.
[Yas] Now Erica's my dream, my Billie Jean, my life.
Now is it him or is it me? You shouldn't have to think twice.
[Joss Stone]
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
- Erica please.
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
[Yas] Yo, you need to - pay me a listen, and -uh- follow my vision,
and -uh- stop playing mind games and make a decision.
[Bobby] Listen up, Erica, this whole charade feels senseless.
Never knew a girl could come between friendships.
[Joss Stone]
I never meant for this to grow so far,
I'm waiting to find out who you are.
[Bobby] Erica the beautiful
[Yas] slash dangerous,
[Bobby] slash hateful,
[Yas] slash painful,
[Bobby] she's my dark angel
[Yas] oh what a tangled web she weaves,
[Bobby] truly mine,
[Yas] truly yours,
- Erica please.
[Joss Stone]
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
- Erica please.
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
Broken.
Broken.
Broken.
[Yas] Wait, no you wouldn't.-
[Bobby] Don't Listen to him, he only cares about himself.-
[Yas] alright -
[Bobby] See I would be there through thick and thin,
in sickness and in health, from beginning to end.
You gotta decide, me or him, Erica, tell me I'm curious.
[Yas] Bobby, I didn't mean to cut you off but are you really being serious?
You sound delirious, I can't believe I'm hearing this,
Erica's my girl, she always has been, period.
She hates you, what makes you think she would date you?
You got a new girl, like every week, at least I'm faithful.
[Bobby] Erica, take my advice, like how long have you known me?
I know Yas, he's the kind that'd leave you stranded and lonely.
Why are you lying to me?
So don't come crying to me.
When your alone, on your own,
remember I am just me,
and all I want is a chance,
but you can't make up your mind.
- Erica please.
[Joss Stone]
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
- Erica please.
[Joss Stone]
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
[Bobby] Hold up, wait a minute,
I ain't afraid of commitment, but Yas is,
trust me, he'd be gone in an instant.
[Yas] Bobby's obsessive, he sleeps next to your pictures.
Now, let me go get Justin to cry you one more river.
- Cry me a river.
And he ain't big on pleasing but he acts like he mastered it.
I heard two minutes and he's sexually inadequate.
[Bobby] Okay, Yas, he's a loser, and I don't see the attraction,
all those pickup lines he uses, he read 'em in the last Maxim.
And ask him about how he likes to flirt with strangers.
He'd drop you in a second to watch the Indiana Pacers.
[Yas] Bobby, come on, you and Erica are dead wrong,
you'd have better luck hooking up with Stifler's Mom.
[Bobby] Listen, Erica's my soulmate, my fate, my world,
so get that through your head and go chase some other girl.
[Yas] Now Erica's my dream, my Billie Jean, my life.
Now is it him or is it me? You shouldn't have to think twice.
[Joss Stone]
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
- Erica please.
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
[Yas] Yo, you need to - pay me a listen, and -uh- follow my vision,
and -uh- stop playing mind games and make a decision.
[Bobby] Listen up, Erica, this whole charade feels senseless.
Never knew a girl could come between friendships.
[Joss Stone]
I never meant for this to grow so far,
I'm waiting to find out who you are.
[Bobby] Erica the beautiful
[Yas] slash dangerous,
[Bobby] slash hateful,
[Yas] slash painful,
[Bobby] she's my dark angel
[Yas] oh what a tangled web she weaves,
[Bobby] truly mine,
[Yas] truly yours,
- Erica please.
[Joss Stone]
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
- Erica please.
I was happy at the time,
never knowing who was mine.
Now I hear your heart is broken.
Broken.
Broken.
Broken.
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