Suicide
Is better than genocide
Either way we gotta run and hide
From the things that you do
You walk around with no regard
Little punk became a superstar
Mussolini with a blue guitar
That was my dream too
You never wanted to be an idol anyway
I didn't want an idol like you
Allergic to hypocrisy
Smells like cinnamon and gasoline
From the muddy banks of Aberdeen
To a town near you
You walk around with no regard
Little punk became a superstar
Mussolini with a blue guitar
And some beat up shoes
You never wanted to be an idol anyway
I didn't want an idol like
You never wanted to be an idol anyway
I didn't want an idol like you
Be an idol
Bleed your idol
Be an idol
Bleed your idol
You never wanted to be an idol anyway
I didn't want an idol like
You never wanted to be an idol anyway
I didn't want an idol like
You never wanted to be an eye, be an eye
Be an eye, be an eye, be an eye, be an eye
Be an eye, be an eye, be an eye, be an idol