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.
Messiah lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
I'm the messiah, I'm anti-celebrity,
I'm anti-war like John Lennon in the seventies.
Dead celeb's the movement, you're the students.
It's time to change the world kids.
Here's the blueprint.
Something smells like teen spirit,
Like the ghost of Kurt Kobain wrote these lyrics,
And forced America to listen,
With a million angry misfits screaming "fuck the system! ".
I'm the pain in Axle Rose's diary.
That's why an Appetite for Destruction lives inside of me.
I'm not your typical lyricist.
Acting gangster and selling out appearances.
They need to take a musicology class,
So thank God the prince has finally come back.
To save us from the whack water down three sideshow.
I'm the anti-American teen Idol.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
I'm like the hands of Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon,
Changing music into a different person.
I took it's face and changed it, replaced it,
Surgically, verbally gave it a face-lift.
And what's this new shit we callin' Blood Music,
For Dead Celeb fans who can relate to it.
-And now.
So let the games begin.
You either turn with the world, or you watch it spin.
If your dreams were stolen by a liar,
Then steal it back, like your name was "Winona Ryder".
Don't be afraid, be stronger divide and conquer.
Come out swinging like "Ozzfest" concerts.
Time's up, I'm calling you to rise up.
No more walking blind with eyes shut.
Find the message hidden in these chapters.
Like Black Sabbath records playing backwards.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
I fight for this like it's a violent game.
I'm in between Grand Theft Auto and Max Payne.
I'm the magic in the hands of David Blaine.
Spit so much blood, I leave this microphone stained.
Along came a spider spinning webs of hated.
Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment,
Where stars are born and celebrities tell lies.
The revolution will now be televised.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
-Move.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
-Move.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
-Move.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
-Move.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at,
Fuck you.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
I'm the messiah, I'm anti-celebrity,
I'm anti-war like John Lennon in the seventies.
Dead celeb's the movement, you're the students.
It's time to change the world kids.
Here's the blueprint.
Something smells like teen spirit,
Like the ghost of Kurt Kobain wrote these lyrics,
And forced America to listen,
With a million angry misfits screaming "fuck the system! ".
I'm the pain in Axle Rose's diary.
That's why an Appetite for Destruction lives inside of me.
I'm not your typical lyricist.
Acting gangster and selling out appearances.
They need to take a musicology class,
So thank God the prince has finally come back.
To save us from the whack water down three sideshow.
I'm the anti-American teen Idol.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
I'm like the hands of Michael Jackson's plastic surgeon,
Changing music into a different person.
I took it's face and changed it, replaced it,
Surgically, verbally gave it a face-lift.
And what's this new shit we callin' Blood Music,
For Dead Celeb fans who can relate to it.
-And now.
So let the games begin.
You either turn with the world, or you watch it spin.
If your dreams were stolen by a liar,
Then steal it back, like your name was "Winona Ryder".
Don't be afraid, be stronger divide and conquer.
Come out swinging like "Ozzfest" concerts.
Time's up, I'm calling you to rise up.
No more walking blind with eyes shut.
Find the message hidden in these chapters.
Like Black Sabbath records playing backwards.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
I fight for this like it's a violent game.
I'm in between Grand Theft Auto and Max Payne.
I'm the magic in the hands of David Blaine.
Spit so much blood, I leave this microphone stained.
Along came a spider spinning webs of hated.
Welcome to the wonderful world of entertainment,
Where stars are born and celebrities tell lies.
The revolution will now be televised.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
Move out the way when I'm passing through.
I got heads to the front and the back of you.
I got the world in my hands you can have it, too.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
-Move.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
-Move.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
-Move.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at you.
-Move.
I got two middle fingers and they're pointing at,
Fuck you.
If These Walls Could Talk lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
[Whisper]
Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?
[Normal]
Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?
Sometimes I wonder if these walls know my deepest secrets,
from whom I love, to who I fall asleep with.
Can they see my sadness, my raging madness,
or that stack of porno magazines underneath my matress?
Can they hear my breathing, or my footsteps leaving?
Sneaking out my window 'cuz I'm tired of my parents screaming.
Louder than Metallica playing with a symphony.
Louder than crowds in the eighties screaming for Tiffany.
I feel secluded, my thoughts feel polluted.
So I escape to music 'cuz I think it's therapuetic, and,
this whole world can hate or love me, or think i'm ugly,
'cuz unlike my friends these walls wont judge me.
These walls wont betray me, these walls are like my safety.
But sometimes I feel like these walls drive me crazy.
They enslave me or chase me by myself.
'cuz if these walls see everything, why the fuck don't they help?
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
These walls are my leviathan, my cage, my lion's den.
I'm feeling trapped, strapped to this bed that I'm lying in.
I can't escape it so I grab hold of my blanket,
counting the cracks on the ceiling for my own entertainment.
And this order, it feels like post mortem, shit,
I'd rather have my pumpkin smashed by Billy Corgan.
'cuz these walls watch me fall asleep and wake up,
they've seen my first kiss, they've seen my parents break up.
They've seen how I like to make sure my door stays shut.
cuz I like my privacy without it the inside of me
would fall to pieces like clothes with a bad seamstress.
These walls are my diary, my notepad, my Jesus.
A change of scenery is really all I need.
'cuz these walls are closing in and it's hard for me to breathe.
It's hard for me to leave but not hard for me to fall.
I just don't wanna become another brick in the wall.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me
These walls keep closing on me.
Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?
Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?
[Normal]
Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?
Sometimes I wonder if these walls know my deepest secrets,
from whom I love, to who I fall asleep with.
Can they see my sadness, my raging madness,
or that stack of porno magazines underneath my matress?
Can they hear my breathing, or my footsteps leaving?
Sneaking out my window 'cuz I'm tired of my parents screaming.
Louder than Metallica playing with a symphony.
Louder than crowds in the eighties screaming for Tiffany.
I feel secluded, my thoughts feel polluted.
So I escape to music 'cuz I think it's therapuetic, and,
this whole world can hate or love me, or think i'm ugly,
'cuz unlike my friends these walls wont judge me.
These walls wont betray me, these walls are like my safety.
But sometimes I feel like these walls drive me crazy.
They enslave me or chase me by myself.
'cuz if these walls see everything, why the fuck don't they help?
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
These walls are my leviathan, my cage, my lion's den.
I'm feeling trapped, strapped to this bed that I'm lying in.
I can't escape it so I grab hold of my blanket,
counting the cracks on the ceiling for my own entertainment.
And this order, it feels like post mortem, shit,
I'd rather have my pumpkin smashed by Billy Corgan.
'cuz these walls watch me fall asleep and wake up,
they've seen my first kiss, they've seen my parents break up.
They've seen how I like to make sure my door stays shut.
cuz I like my privacy without it the inside of me
would fall to pieces like clothes with a bad seamstress.
These walls are my diary, my notepad, my Jesus.
A change of scenery is really all I need.
'cuz these walls are closing in and it's hard for me to breathe.
It's hard for me to leave but not hard for me to fall.
I just don't wanna become another brick in the wall.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me
These walls keep closing on me.
Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?
Back and forth, forth and back I keep pacing.
I stay the same while this world keeps changing.
I try to run but these walls got me caged in.
Is it real or just my imagination?
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
If these walls could talk they'd say,
that I was so damn lonely.
It feels like no one knows me.
These walls keep closing on me.
While I Was Asleep lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
Thought everything was perfect, but now I'm left deserted.
red handed, caught cheating, my hearts beating. Do I deserve this?
I used to love her, but now I wanna watch her suffer.
It makes me sick to my stomach thinking she sleeps with others.
I wanna break her pictures. I wanna burn her pictures.
Everything we had was wrong and now I'm glad it's gone with her.
She was a liar, denying that things were alright.
but meanwhile, she was up fucking him all night.
And all the things that she said, are now stuck in my head.
I'm such an idiot, to let you crawl back in my bed.
Those phone numbers in your back pocket weren't mine,
so fuck you both don't act like it's the first time.
[Female]
While you were sleeping, I was out creeping.
Said I went out with friends, but i was cheating.
When you were at home, I was at his home.
Slept in his bed, you slept alone.
We used to be together, thought it would be forever.
Until she turned around and ripped my heart right through my sweater.
How come you're so ungrateful. How come this feels so painful.
You're not so perfect, was it worth it to be so unfaithful
How could i be so naive? Sometimes I'm too trusting.
She sleeps with me and then she sleeps with him it's so disgusting.
Touching other people's property, obviously you're down with O.P.P.
That makes your nature naughty.
Everything she ever told me was a fucking lie.
Everything she ever did was with some other guy.
We should have never hooked up, thought you were one of a kind.
You wanna act like a slut? Then do it on your own time.
[Female]
While you were sleeping, I was out creeping.
Said I went out with friends, but i was cheating.
When you were at home, I was at his home.
Slept in his bed, you slept alone.
I never knew it could hurt like this.
I dedicate this to you, you bitch.
I never knew it could hurt like this.
I dedicate this to you, you bitch.
Oh my God I never knew love was so fatal.
She makes Paris Hilton looks like a fucking angel
That backstabbing bitch, what happened made me sick.
It's the same story, different author, man, the same old shit.
I want a perfect girl, it's not a perfect world,
'cause she's a superstar gold-digging type of girl.
my dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well.
And let me tell you that you make my life a, living hell.
I'm living well without you, I doubt you, will ever really see
the amount of trash you amount to.
She's a partial lover, undercover, no class.
So take in these three minutes and and shove them up your stupid ass.
I hope you're smart enough to learn from your dumb mistakes.
'cause if not, you'll learn the hard way when the condom breaks.
I never knew it could hurt like this.
I dedicate this to you, you bitch
I never knew it could hurt like this
I dedicate this to you, you bitch.
red handed, caught cheating, my hearts beating. Do I deserve this?
I used to love her, but now I wanna watch her suffer.
It makes me sick to my stomach thinking she sleeps with others.
I wanna break her pictures. I wanna burn her pictures.
Everything we had was wrong and now I'm glad it's gone with her.
She was a liar, denying that things were alright.
but meanwhile, she was up fucking him all night.
And all the things that she said, are now stuck in my head.
I'm such an idiot, to let you crawl back in my bed.
Those phone numbers in your back pocket weren't mine,
so fuck you both don't act like it's the first time.
[Female]
While you were sleeping, I was out creeping.
Said I went out with friends, but i was cheating.
When you were at home, I was at his home.
Slept in his bed, you slept alone.
We used to be together, thought it would be forever.
Until she turned around and ripped my heart right through my sweater.
How come you're so ungrateful. How come this feels so painful.
You're not so perfect, was it worth it to be so unfaithful
How could i be so naive? Sometimes I'm too trusting.
She sleeps with me and then she sleeps with him it's so disgusting.
Touching other people's property, obviously you're down with O.P.P.
That makes your nature naughty.
Everything she ever told me was a fucking lie.
Everything she ever did was with some other guy.
We should have never hooked up, thought you were one of a kind.
You wanna act like a slut? Then do it on your own time.
[Female]
While you were sleeping, I was out creeping.
Said I went out with friends, but i was cheating.
When you were at home, I was at his home.
Slept in his bed, you slept alone.
I never knew it could hurt like this.
I dedicate this to you, you bitch.
I never knew it could hurt like this.
I dedicate this to you, you bitch.
Oh my God I never knew love was so fatal.
She makes Paris Hilton looks like a fucking angel
That backstabbing bitch, what happened made me sick.
It's the same story, different author, man, the same old shit.
I want a perfect girl, it's not a perfect world,
'cause she's a superstar gold-digging type of girl.
my dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I know you very well.
And let me tell you that you make my life a, living hell.
I'm living well without you, I doubt you, will ever really see
the amount of trash you amount to.
She's a partial lover, undercover, no class.
So take in these three minutes and and shove them up your stupid ass.
I hope you're smart enough to learn from your dumb mistakes.
'cause if not, you'll learn the hard way when the condom breaks.
I never knew it could hurt like this.
I dedicate this to you, you bitch
I never knew it could hurt like this
I dedicate this to you, you bitch.
5 Deadly Fingers lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
(Heavy mixing through-out)
Next to step up.
All the fuckers that know who's the best, know me
Alotta liars are telling a lie cuz they know it'll destroy or self destruct.
Allow me to introduce myself and my peeps. DCS.
Who bringing the records here doubt.
I know who you are, you're Dopey
Next to step up.
All the fuckers that know who's the best, know me
Alotta liars are telling a lie cuz they know it'll destroy or self destruct.
Allow me to introduce myself and my peeps. DCS.
Who bringing the records here doubt.
I know who you are, you're Dopey
Back To '88 lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
I could make a earth shake, I'm your worst mistake,
between skinny dipping and Camp Crystal Lake.
I feel like Rob Zombie, my thoughts are morbid,
like I slept in his house of a thousand corpses.
Put on a page, could shatter a giant's ribcage,
crush you and anyone that listen's to rage,
a vision of rage, it's like swimming with great whites.
slain mics, step up and feel the break tight.
I always like to show some decency,
but music always brings out the beast in me.
It's an animalistic misfit, so why risk it?
'cuz this shit will leave a large imprint.
It's an instant classic, if not then it's close to it.
You disagree then you don't know music.
Most emcees that garble when it's time to write,
they got nothing to say, like a deaf man with writers block.
It's an animalistic so fuck what your friends think.
I work wonders with the pen's ink.
So what's a quote from your favourite artist?
If it aint Dead Celeb then it's probably garbage.
Long time coming, 15 years in the making,
it's finally come, but my lungs are acheing.
Watch how I make the beat bleed,
strangle the music 'till it can't breathe.
On it's whole, words are the life support.
Without me the song dies. Without me then it's lifeless.
Without me I'm just another fucking rapper with a crisis,
and a collection of songs about being rich.
Life's a big chain, it pushed you in the only which it ### thought containment.
We call it entertainment and you could love it or hate it.
You could turn it up, or turn it off, or just embrace it.
There's just too many stakes to regard it, all of them.
And they are starving and they feed off of music.
Walking zombies who choose to follow,
yeah some can spit, but most swallow.
I was always told that Rabbit seized the moment.
That's why I write with emotion.
Sing 'til i spit blood, sing for the hopeless,
sing 'til my lungs give out, and my throat closes.
That's just my ambition, to turn heads like a street magician.
David Blaine stopped paying attention.
It's the main attraction, the world premier.
Dead Celeb I thought I made it perfectly clear,
that i would not back down or stumble.
I just pace, back and forth, like a lion inside of a jungle.
This is my domain me and a mic go together,
like Robert Downey Junior and cocaine.
I'm just an addict, I got a bad habit,
of making the best emcees seem below average.
I'm just savage. I'm more than you bargain for.
That's why I hold the mic up into my arm and soar.
Lyrics are swarming I'm more than a hurricane,
and when I'm on it I'm more than a great white shark.
When I'm storming I'm ###.
And I don't like any of these rappers causing me boredom.
I kick a hole in the speaker once I'm done recording.
And my voice cuts sooner, cuts a chainsaw in Texas.
I got a face and it's fatal weapons.
Watch me rip the flesh from the beat
Skin it alive and hang a song from his feet.
'cuz inside I'm dark and dingy,
like Donnie Darko was trapped within me.
I'm starving like the streets of Harlem.
and a quest that became with a ring like golem.
My precious, we need you, quick.
We need you like Dead Celebrity's Blood Music.
And I'm a scriptling direct from hell.
I'm hungry like when cannabis first battled Darnel.
I've come to rock down, you rock as my pumps.
I take this to new heights like suicide jumps.
You only live once, ### hunts.
And I get bloody, like it's the time of the month, bitch.
For those that can't spell, it's Y-A-S,
the most dangerous letters in the alphabet.
'cuz facing me is like speaking English in Thailand,
there's really no point, like blindfolding a blind man.
DCS are the initials, for kids who got issues,
for kids who fight back like pitbulls.
You wanna battle? Check my win column.
I got two middle fingers with your name written on them. What?!
between skinny dipping and Camp Crystal Lake.
I feel like Rob Zombie, my thoughts are morbid,
like I slept in his house of a thousand corpses.
Put on a page, could shatter a giant's ribcage,
crush you and anyone that listen's to rage,
a vision of rage, it's like swimming with great whites.
slain mics, step up and feel the break tight.
I always like to show some decency,
but music always brings out the beast in me.
It's an animalistic misfit, so why risk it?
'cuz this shit will leave a large imprint.
It's an instant classic, if not then it's close to it.
You disagree then you don't know music.
Most emcees that garble when it's time to write,
they got nothing to say, like a deaf man with writers block.
It's an animalistic so fuck what your friends think.
I work wonders with the pen's ink.
So what's a quote from your favourite artist?
If it aint Dead Celeb then it's probably garbage.
Long time coming, 15 years in the making,
it's finally come, but my lungs are acheing.
Watch how I make the beat bleed,
strangle the music 'till it can't breathe.
On it's whole, words are the life support.
Without me the song dies. Without me then it's lifeless.
Without me I'm just another fucking rapper with a crisis,
and a collection of songs about being rich.
Life's a big chain, it pushed you in the only which it ### thought containment.
We call it entertainment and you could love it or hate it.
You could turn it up, or turn it off, or just embrace it.
There's just too many stakes to regard it, all of them.
And they are starving and they feed off of music.
Walking zombies who choose to follow,
yeah some can spit, but most swallow.
I was always told that Rabbit seized the moment.
That's why I write with emotion.
Sing 'til i spit blood, sing for the hopeless,
sing 'til my lungs give out, and my throat closes.
That's just my ambition, to turn heads like a street magician.
David Blaine stopped paying attention.
It's the main attraction, the world premier.
Dead Celeb I thought I made it perfectly clear,
that i would not back down or stumble.
I just pace, back and forth, like a lion inside of a jungle.
This is my domain me and a mic go together,
like Robert Downey Junior and cocaine.
I'm just an addict, I got a bad habit,
of making the best emcees seem below average.
I'm just savage. I'm more than you bargain for.
That's why I hold the mic up into my arm and soar.
Lyrics are swarming I'm more than a hurricane,
and when I'm on it I'm more than a great white shark.
When I'm storming I'm ###.
And I don't like any of these rappers causing me boredom.
I kick a hole in the speaker once I'm done recording.
And my voice cuts sooner, cuts a chainsaw in Texas.
I got a face and it's fatal weapons.
Watch me rip the flesh from the beat
Skin it alive and hang a song from his feet.
'cuz inside I'm dark and dingy,
like Donnie Darko was trapped within me.
I'm starving like the streets of Harlem.
and a quest that became with a ring like golem.
My precious, we need you, quick.
We need you like Dead Celebrity's Blood Music.
And I'm a scriptling direct from hell.
I'm hungry like when cannabis first battled Darnel.
I've come to rock down, you rock as my pumps.
I take this to new heights like suicide jumps.
You only live once, ### hunts.
And I get bloody, like it's the time of the month, bitch.
For those that can't spell, it's Y-A-S,
the most dangerous letters in the alphabet.
'cuz facing me is like speaking English in Thailand,
there's really no point, like blindfolding a blind man.
DCS are the initials, for kids who got issues,
for kids who fight back like pitbulls.
You wanna battle? Check my win column.
I got two middle fingers with your name written on them. What?!
Someone I Once Knew lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
She wasn't born anorexic, but nowadays she suffers,
Staring at these half-naked stars on magazine covers.
Feeling pressured by the public.
She only weighs 90 pounds but still sucks in her stomach.
On the inside she's dieing, lying to herself, thinking:
- 5 more pounds won't jeopardize my health.
One day she might just collapse, she can't avoid it.
Too many sleepless nights spent bent over a toilet.
Spewing vomit, like she was an alcoholic.
Praying to a God she never believed in to stop it.
Hasn't eaten in weeks, drinks water by the heaps.
Now she looks like the skeleton she sees in her closet.
So close to death she can taste it, body looks wasted.
Hates life, hates you, hates the way she looks naked.
Now she's feeling drowsy, lousy,
Thinking maybe this world's better off without me
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
She's staring at her belly, she's so scared to touch it,
Imagining the feeling when it kicks inside her stomach.
Too late for safe sex, should have used a latex.
She can't afford a baby on minimum wage paychecks.
Her waistline climbs by inches,
'Cause she traded in the morning workouts for morning sickness.
Feeling nauseous, sleeps on her back cause she's cautious.
Give life or take life, that's her only options.
Only if she had a magic wand, she'd go back to that night
And put her clothes back on.
But she can't change time, or what's growing inside.
How could she love something that's barely alive?
Her body's aching, shaking, from sweaty palms, and cold sweat.
Mentally exhausting like phone sex.
No regrets, life or death, it's high stakes.
'Cause right or wrong, it's only her choice to make.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
[Side]
- Help!
[Girl:] You smell like perfume. That's NOT mine.
[Guy:] Your head's going fucking crazy, Your head is going crazy.
Gotta get outta here and look after myself.
[Girl:] What? What's so wrong with me that you can't love me?
[Guy:] Look-
[Girl:] What is wrong with me? I do everything for you.
I, I, I make myself look good, I go to the gym.
I, I eat like a fucking rabbit.
I don't, I don't know what else to do.
Tell me.
[Guy:] Baby, you don't understand because-
[Girl:] What it is I have to do to make you love me.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
Staring at these half-naked stars on magazine covers.
Feeling pressured by the public.
She only weighs 90 pounds but still sucks in her stomach.
On the inside she's dieing, lying to herself, thinking:
- 5 more pounds won't jeopardize my health.
One day she might just collapse, she can't avoid it.
Too many sleepless nights spent bent over a toilet.
Spewing vomit, like she was an alcoholic.
Praying to a God she never believed in to stop it.
Hasn't eaten in weeks, drinks water by the heaps.
Now she looks like the skeleton she sees in her closet.
So close to death she can taste it, body looks wasted.
Hates life, hates you, hates the way she looks naked.
Now she's feeling drowsy, lousy,
Thinking maybe this world's better off without me
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
She's staring at her belly, she's so scared to touch it,
Imagining the feeling when it kicks inside her stomach.
Too late for safe sex, should have used a latex.
She can't afford a baby on minimum wage paychecks.
Her waistline climbs by inches,
'Cause she traded in the morning workouts for morning sickness.
Feeling nauseous, sleeps on her back cause she's cautious.
Give life or take life, that's her only options.
Only if she had a magic wand, she'd go back to that night
And put her clothes back on.
But she can't change time, or what's growing inside.
How could she love something that's barely alive?
Her body's aching, shaking, from sweaty palms, and cold sweat.
Mentally exhausting like phone sex.
No regrets, life or death, it's high stakes.
'Cause right or wrong, it's only her choice to make.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
[Side]
- Help!
[Girl:] You smell like perfume. That's NOT mine.
[Guy:] Your head's going fucking crazy, Your head is going crazy.
Gotta get outta here and look after myself.
[Girl:] What? What's so wrong with me that you can't love me?
[Guy:] Look-
[Girl:] What is wrong with me? I do everything for you.
I, I, I make myself look good, I go to the gym.
I, I eat like a fucking rabbit.
I don't, I don't know what else to do.
Tell me.
[Guy:] Baby, you don't understand because-
[Girl:] What it is I have to do to make you love me.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
I'm so sorry for all that I've done,
I'm so sorry for what I've become.
I'm so sorry, so sorry for wasting your time,
I can't hold you back 'cause I'm losing my mind.
In My Backyard lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
I'm like a Bat Out of Hell, being pulled by Black Stallions.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Queens Of The Stone Age, cage I'm fenced in
Watching doves cry in this purple rain that I'm drenched in.
I'm having a green day, when I clash with the sounds.
Now I'm a basketcase, until you come around.
This world's like a vortex trying to suck me in,
I'm lucky to play the role of a drowning Jeff Buckley.
I'm an OutKast in the state of Atliens,
Now throw your hands in the air and do the Humpty dance.
Jane's Addiction got me seeing deep purple.
Need to find the perfect tool to make A Perfect Circle.
Riding a white pony? That explains my Deftones.
I'm Illmatic like a storm on this microphone.
Walking across Abbey Road with Ringo Starr.
But Yoko Ono was dead, so we had to split apart!
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
I'm a Stone Temple Pilot, riding this Crazy Train.
I need a Black Sabbath to break Alice from her chains.
Rode into Iowa with a Slip and a Knot,
'cause I got a Liscence to Ill, so what you, what you want?
On a Black Sunday, I walked up Cypress Hill,
until I crashed into a dashboard and walked into a confessional.
I'm just an Audioslave on the run,
in a Sound Garden waiting for this Blackhole Sun to come.
My crew is my feelings, sprayed Led like Zeppelin.
Trying to find my way up the Stairway To Heaven.
I'll trick you with this massive attack of Back In Black.
Raging Against the Machine just like Zack.
I used to have the common sense to walk or die.
Used to hold Guns And Roses, now I hold Velvet Revolvers.
Met this girl named Charlotte, she looked Good in my bed,
'til my Bizket went Limp 'cause she wouldn't give me Portishead.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
I found a Message in a Bottle so I called the Police.
I met a Material Girl who said Poppa Don't Preach.
They say love bites like an angry Def Leppard,
like a Nine Inch Nail being pushed in by Trent Rezner.
I got a Sex Pistol and a Gang of Bloodhounds,
who walked up to a House of Pain and made Lethal Jump Around.
I ate Chop Suey while watching System of a Down,
fell asleep in Linkin's Park and woke up in Marcy's Playground.
Sniffing White Stripes with a Seven Nation Army,
waiting for Marilyn Manson to egg it on me.
Public Police got me lost in mix tapes.
Oops, I did it again, and I made Britney Spears my slave.
I made it to Brooklyn and I still can't sleep.
I got a Radiohead, now they call me a creep.
I parachute on a cold day, when I Coldplay the streets.
I'm dieing to be famous, like both of J-Lo's ass cheeks.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
Waiting for Metallica to make another Black Album.
Queens Of The Stone Age, cage I'm fenced in
Watching doves cry in this purple rain that I'm drenched in.
I'm having a green day, when I clash with the sounds.
Now I'm a basketcase, until you come around.
This world's like a vortex trying to suck me in,
I'm lucky to play the role of a drowning Jeff Buckley.
I'm an OutKast in the state of Atliens,
Now throw your hands in the air and do the Humpty dance.
Jane's Addiction got me seeing deep purple.
Need to find the perfect tool to make A Perfect Circle.
Riding a white pony? That explains my Deftones.
I'm Illmatic like a storm on this microphone.
Walking across Abbey Road with Ringo Starr.
But Yoko Ono was dead, so we had to split apart!
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
I'm a Stone Temple Pilot, riding this Crazy Train.
I need a Black Sabbath to break Alice from her chains.
Rode into Iowa with a Slip and a Knot,
'cause I got a Liscence to Ill, so what you, what you want?
On a Black Sunday, I walked up Cypress Hill,
until I crashed into a dashboard and walked into a confessional.
I'm just an Audioslave on the run,
in a Sound Garden waiting for this Blackhole Sun to come.
My crew is my feelings, sprayed Led like Zeppelin.
Trying to find my way up the Stairway To Heaven.
I'll trick you with this massive attack of Back In Black.
Raging Against the Machine just like Zack.
I used to have the common sense to walk or die.
Used to hold Guns And Roses, now I hold Velvet Revolvers.
Met this girl named Charlotte, she looked Good in my bed,
'til my Bizket went Limp 'cause she wouldn't give me Portishead.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
I found a Message in a Bottle so I called the Police.
I met a Material Girl who said Poppa Don't Preach.
They say love bites like an angry Def Leppard,
like a Nine Inch Nail being pushed in by Trent Rezner.
I got a Sex Pistol and a Gang of Bloodhounds,
who walked up to a House of Pain and made Lethal Jump Around.
I ate Chop Suey while watching System of a Down,
fell asleep in Linkin's Park and woke up in Marcy's Playground.
Sniffing White Stripes with a Seven Nation Army,
waiting for Marilyn Manson to egg it on me.
Public Police got me lost in mix tapes.
Oops, I did it again, and I made Britney Spears my slave.
I made it to Brooklyn and I still can't sleep.
I got a Radiohead, now they call me a creep.
I parachute on a cold day, when I Coldplay the streets.
I'm dieing to be famous, like both of J-Lo's ass cheeks.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rapstars, rapstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
There's a million zombies in my backyard, backyard.
And they all wanna be rockstars, rockstars.
They need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
You need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
But you need to wake, wake up, wake up, wake up.
Blood Music lyrics - Dead Celebrity Status
Listen
My pen bleeds words all over empty pages.
It's blood music, lick your thumbs and skim through it.
I'd bleed a thousand times if I had to.
Scratch and claw my way to the top.
It's like every verse is worth a penny for my thought,
and I haven't been paid yet, guess I'll just stay in debt.
Baby, step my way through this bullshit business.
I'll kick and scream until this world listens.
That's why I write till my hand hurts.
Make music for the love of it, but always put my fans first.
Spill my guts, every time I write shit,
so you can lick my two nuts if you don't like.
Some people hate it, some anticipate it.
Some think it's so-so, others think it's over-rated.
But Dead Celeb is something I hold sacred.
Waiting for the day I can say I finally made it.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing the same, somebody please take me away.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing the same, somebody please take me away.
My pen drips blood until the page is red.
That's why I fill up on my thoughts until my brain is fed.
And all I need is to get get get 'em out.
So many thoughts, I need to spit spit spit 'em out.
'Cuz music is blood, something I can't live without.
'Cuz it's raised me, it's changed me, it's made me.
Until my last breath is wrung from my lungs,
I climb my way to the top until my dieing day comes.
And if it comes sooner than expected,
I'll make a graceful exit and leave my last words on my own record.
And I been told life's full of obstacles,
but I've encountered roadblocks that just seem impossible.
And I'm 'a kick down this door if they don't let me in.
Music is my medicine, these fans are my adrenaline.
My feet are dirty from all the shit I keep stepping in.
Music is blood, blood is oxygen, breathe it in.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.
When you can feel it in your skin, it's blood music.
When you just can't hold it in, it's blood music.
When you just gotta let it out, it's blood music.
When you wanna show the world what you're about, it's blood music.
That's why I use it for therapeutic reasons.
Is it me talking or is the music bleeding?
It helps put me to sleep when I need it to.
You might not believe in it, but it believes in you.
When you can feel it in your gut, it's blood music.
You feel like you've finally had enough, it's blood music.
When you would rather die than give up, it's blood music.
When you do it, and do it for the love, it's blood music.
Music is my blood, lyrics are my skeleton.
My music is a drug 'cuz I feed the beat heroine.
It's just the vibe that I'm on.
Shoot up a lyric filled syringe and overdose to my own song.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.
[Scratching]
My pen bleeds words all over empty pages.
It's blood music, lick your thumbs and skim through it.
I'd bleed a thousand times if I had to.
Scratch and claw my way to the top.
It's like every verse is worth a penny for my thought,
and I haven't been paid yet, guess I'll just stay in debt.
Baby, step my way through this bullshit business.
I'll kick and scream until this world listens.
That's why I write till my hand hurts.
Make music for the love of it, but always put my fans first.
Spill my guts, every time I write shit,
so you can lick my two nuts if you don't like.
Some people hate it, some anticipate it.
Some think it's so-so, others think it's over-rated.
But Dead Celeb is something I hold sacred.
Waiting for the day I can say I finally made it.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing the same, somebody please take me away.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing the same, somebody please take me away.
My pen drips blood until the page is red.
That's why I fill up on my thoughts until my brain is fed.
And all I need is to get get get 'em out.
So many thoughts, I need to spit spit spit 'em out.
'Cuz music is blood, something I can't live without.
'Cuz it's raised me, it's changed me, it's made me.
Until my last breath is wrung from my lungs,
I climb my way to the top until my dieing day comes.
And if it comes sooner than expected,
I'll make a graceful exit and leave my last words on my own record.
And I been told life's full of obstacles,
but I've encountered roadblocks that just seem impossible.
And I'm 'a kick down this door if they don't let me in.
Music is my medicine, these fans are my adrenaline.
My feet are dirty from all the shit I keep stepping in.
Music is blood, blood is oxygen, breathe it in.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.
When you can feel it in your skin, it's blood music.
When you just can't hold it in, it's blood music.
When you just gotta let it out, it's blood music.
When you wanna show the world what you're about, it's blood music.
That's why I use it for therapeutic reasons.
Is it me talking or is the music bleeding?
It helps put me to sleep when I need it to.
You might not believe in it, but it believes in you.
When you can feel it in your gut, it's blood music.
You feel like you've finally had enough, it's blood music.
When you would rather die than give up, it's blood music.
When you do it, and do it for the love, it's blood music.
Music is my blood, lyrics are my skeleton.
My music is a drug 'cuz I feed the beat heroine.
It's just the vibe that I'm on.
Shoot up a lyric filled syringe and overdose to my own song.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.
So many try for this, some live some die for this.
so many with nothing to say, somebody please take me away.
[Scratching]
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