Hey, Bobby, this scene is played out
And I think I'm bout to pop
And there ain't enough drugs in this whole town to put me down
Hey girl let that camera snap
And put that arch in your back
I've been thinking that we should stop thinking and follow your legs back home
My body is a Trojan horse
Don't fall asleep
I never drank with a man who made it to heaven
And I never f*ck girls who believe in hell
If they found you they would steal you
So I keep you under my tongue
Pretty little coated in pink
Can you protect me from what I want?
I'm completely incapable of perceiving the patterns of my self-destruction
Repeating repeating repeating repeating
My conversations with ghosts are 1 900 guaranteed
To result in a game of Russian roulette to figure out who's faking it
Ladies and gentlemen please be seated hold your applause hold your applause
I am here to dispel allegations and to ease your first world sins
I am your rich white suburban middle class punk rock Jesus Christ
You may now act surprised if you like we all know its better this way
This is Hollywood
And all of my ex lovers are
Crushed up sleeping pills
Set yourself on fire
And thank god for the aftermath
Eyes bat in smoke signals
Haven't blinked in days
I've been analyzing my dreams
Haven't missed a thing
I'm a f*cking mess
And quite overstimulated
I'm f*cking famous bitch
Nothing in this city ever changes
Every dead artist is a poor man's vindication