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How To Kill A Rockstar
Words and Music: Zim Zum I've got 300 channels of hi fi sex and violence I'm addicted to the scandal, give me the rich and famous I can see your Jesus syndrome and how you love to kill the ones you worship I can only ever really love the TV, it's the only one that really knows me Strap yourself in now baby, cause this rides far from over I say fuck your tired bullshit and fuck your new world order It's all so fucking faceless, it's all just fucking tasteless, It's all so fucking manic, it's all just fucking static It's all just fucking static, static The world is filled with clowns who want to rule Jonestown and I feel I must confess I've really grown to like the mess When I'm out of my mind and I want it to end I still know I'll get by with a little help from my friends While staring at the picture tube I catch a glimpse of my reflection blending with the images and I'm face to face with something I cant stand People think I'm crazy but they just dont understand you see my life is what I've made it and I'd like to think that I take it like a man are you, are you, are you what you seem? are you, are you, are you everything? ZZIV www.zimzum.net For a printable version of these lyrics click: Print these lyrics |
