[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.
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
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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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