Gimme!
The drugs, the drugs,
They say, to make us feel so hollow...
We love, in vain
Narcissistic and so shallow...
The cops and queers
To swim you have to swallow...
Hate today
There's no love for tomorrow.
We're all stars now... in the dope show
We're all stars now... in the dope show.
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high.
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind.
We're all stars now... in the dope show,
We're all stars now... in the dope show.
They love you when you're on all the covers...
When you're not, then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers...
When you're not, then they love another.
The drugs they say,
Are made in California.
We love your face,
We'd really like to sell you.
The cops and queers,
Make good-looking models.
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high.
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low,
And blow your mind.
They love you when you're on all the covers...
When you're not, then they love another.
They love you when you're on all the covers...
When you're not, then they love another.
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high.
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind.
Go blow your mind.
We're all stars now... in the dope show,
We're all stars now... in the dope show.
They say, to make us feel so hollow...
We love, in vain
Narcissistic and so shallow...
The cops and queers
To swim you have to swallow...
Hate today
There's no love for tomorrow.
We're all stars now... in the dope show
We're all stars now... in the dope show.
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high.
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind.
We're all stars now... in the dope show,
We're all stars now... in the dope show.
They love you when you're on all the covers...
When you're not, then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers...
When you're not, then they love another.
The drugs they say,
Are made in California.
We love your face,
We'd really like to sell you.
The cops and queers,
Make good-looking models.
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high.
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low,
And blow your mind.
They love you when you're on all the covers...
When you're not, then they love another.
They love you when you're on all the covers...
When you're not, then they love another.
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high.
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind.
Go blow your mind.
We're all stars now... in the dope show,
We're all stars now... in the dope show.
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Writer(s): Matthew White
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