Clatter

What would you do if you thought nobody was watching?
What would you say to cut your demons to the quick?
Near half a century has brought us to this moment
It's up to us to find the meaning

Put yourself in my position and then maybe get on top
There's a tablet on the headboard
You can play a game if you get bored

With the prettiest fruit around a rotten core
A small town beauty and a Hollywood whore
It's a tired story wrapped in morning glory
And she'll give it up quick for a like and a click
Tell you she's dying but she ain't even sick
Reality don't matter on a dare getting paid for clatter

Miss Influencer has influenza - gonna stay inside today
Creation - curation - a flawless face and feet of clay
She's acting-we're acting-watch us bridle, watch her blanch
The camera adores her - now here's your chance

Put yourself in her position and then maybe get on top
Don't let the other boys in - Their medicine is poison
To the prettiest fruit around a rotten core
A small town beauty and a Hollywood whore
It's the oldest story wrapped in morning glory

And she'll give it up quick for a rose from a prick
Tell you she's dying but she ain't even sick
Reality don't matter
Got a date getting paid for clatter

A connoisseur of the underground conned her in the sewer
Turned away at the lost and found like they hardly knew her
So from the depths of our disdain
She'll emerge to this refrain:
"Hallelujah she is risen to a different kind of prison"

Put yourself in my position and then maybe get on top
There's a time for laughter: Happy never after

With the prettiest fruit around a rotten core
A small town beauty and a Hollywood whore
Baby that's our story wrapped in morning glory
And we'll give it up quick but the love won't stick
We're all dying to be pretty and sick

Reality don't matter
On a dare we got played for it
Got a date can't be late for it
All aboard getting paid for clatter



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Harrison
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