Idols
If you can't kill your idols
Why hold them in regard?
Fear and loathing, sly regrets
A blacklisted bank card
You waste your time with idiots
Who think they're avant-garde
How am I doing? How've I healed?
You know I'm fucking scarred
A brain scattered like ashes
In some unknown dive bar
Your friends are all just scavengers
Who'll eat your fallen star
These streets are full of predators
That track you from afar
This place is not a city
But a fucking abattoir
The night life is a business
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Quel dommage
Quel dommage
Quel
A stench of burning leather
And skin like sweaty chrome
The age of discontent
It has come and it has gone
It passed you by,
You were chasing a high
I burn so bright
We could never collide
I self-impose my exile
Rub shoulders with the scum
Put the money on the table
Or bite your rotten tongue
Our exchanges leave me rabid
At the mouth I'm spitting foam
We inhabit the new Babylon
Its downfall has begun
The night life is a business
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Why hold them in regard?
Fear and loathing, sly regrets
A blacklisted bank card
You waste your time with idiots
Who think they're avant-garde
How am I doing? How've I healed?
You know I'm fucking scarred
A brain scattered like ashes
In some unknown dive bar
Your friends are all just scavengers
Who'll eat your fallen star
These streets are full of predators
That track you from afar
This place is not a city
But a fucking abattoir
The night life is a business
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Quel dommage
Quel dommage
Quel
A stench of burning leather
And skin like sweaty chrome
The age of discontent
It has come and it has gone
It passed you by,
You were chasing a high
I burn so bright
We could never collide
I self-impose my exile
Rub shoulders with the scum
Put the money on the table
Or bite your rotten tongue
Our exchanges leave me rabid
At the mouth I'm spitting foam
We inhabit the new Babylon
Its downfall has begun
The night life is a business
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
Quel dommage
Ta vie est une blague
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Writer(s): Josephine Heyes
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