Lyric Entry #012

I have a mansion, but forget the price
Ain't never been there, they tell me it's nice

I live in hotels, tear out the walls
I have accountants pay for it all

They say I'm crazy but I have a good time
I'm just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life's been good to me so far!

My Maserati does 185
I lost my license, now I don't drive

I have a limo, ride in the back
I lock the doors in case I'm attacked

I'm making records, my fans they can't wait
They write me letters, tell me I'm great

So I got me an office, gold records on the wall
Just leave a message, maybe I'll call

Lucky I'm sane after all I've been through
(Everybody say "I'm cool", he's cool)
I can't complain but sometimes I still do
Life's been good to me so far!

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I go to parties sometimes until four
It's hard to leave when you can't find the door

It's tough to handle this fortune and fame
Everybody's so different, I haven't changed

They say I'm lazy but it takes all my time
(Everybody say "oh yeah", oh yeah)
I keep on going, guess I'll never know why
Life's been good to me so far!

Lyric Entry #011

History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful of tissues

I'm just the oily slick
On the wind-up world of the nervous tick
In a very fashionable hovel

I hang around dying to be tortured
You'll never be alone in the bone orchard
This battle with the bottle is nothing so novel

So in this almost empty gin palace
Through a two-way looking glass
You see your Alice

You know she has no sense
For all your jealousy
In a sense she still smiles very sweetly

Charged with insults and flattery
Her body moves with malice
Do you have to be so cruel to be callous

And now you find you fit this identikit completely
You say you have no secrets
And leave discreetly

I might make it California's fault
Be locked in Geneva's deepest vault
Just like the canals of Mars and the Great Barrier Reef
I come to you beyond belief

My hands were clammy and cunning
She's been suitably stunning
But I know there's not a hope in Hades
All the laddies cat-call and wolf whistle
So called gentlemen and ladies
Dog fight like rose and thistle

I got a feeling
I'm going to get a lot of grief
Once this seemed so appealing
Now I am beyond belief

Lyric Entry #010

Beverly Hills, burning off plastic
Scraped it away, I do, I may

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Hey, who's your man? Dances the alleys
Cape land to colors rolling through the valley

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Hold tight, horizon eyes
It's writing its name in the sky
It's paradise!
We fade away into the night

Beverly Hills, nuclear winter
What should we wear, and who's for dinner?

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Hold tight, our love will fade out
It's writing its name in the sky
And I'll stop and stare
We fade away into the night
It's paradise!


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Lyric Entry #009

Wire's coming back again;
Elastica got sued by them.

When Michael Jackson dies,
We're covering "Blackbird".

But won't it be absurd, then,
When no one knows what song they just heard
Unless someone on the radio
Tells them first.

So come on, come on, come on, come.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on, come on, come on,
You monkeys.

Lyric Entry #008

I think I'm in love
(probably just hungry)

I think I'm your friend
(probably just lonely)

I think you got me in a spin now
(probably just turning)

I think I'm a fool for you, babe
(probably just learning)

I think I can rock and roll
(probably just twisting)

I think I wanna tell the world now
(probably ain't listening)

I think I can fly
(probably just falling)

I think I'm the life and soul
(probably just snorting)

I think I can hit the mark
(probably just aiming)

I think my name is on your lips
(probably complaining)

I think that I have caught it bad
(probably contagious)

I think that I'm a winner, baby
(probably Las Vegas)

Lyric Entry #007

OK, I'd like to thank Kanye
And my nigga Deezle for giving me this diesel
Like a F-350, tank never empty
Damn, everybody in the bank act friendly!
Used to think my shit didn't stank, boy was I wrong
Approving million dollar deals from my iPhone
I'm gonna take it one, two, way back
Like a silk wifebeater and a wavecap
Or the wave pool at Blue Bayou
And I waved fool, as I blew by you

Lyric Entry #006

Let’s go downtown and watch the modern kids
Let’s go downtown and talk to the modern kids
They will eat right out of your hand
Using great big words that they don’t understand

They’re singing
Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo…
Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo…

They build it up just to burn it back down
They build it up just to burn it back down
The wind is blowing all the ashes around
Oh my dear God what is that horrible song?

They’re singing
Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo…
Rococo, Rococo, Rococo, Rococo…

Lyric Entry #005

Somewhere along the way
exacting vengeance gave excitement
Somewhere along the way
that excitement turned to pleasure
Somewhere along the way
that pleasure turned to madness
But sooner or later that kind of madness turns into pain

Lyric Entry #0004

Look at those cunts on MTV
with cars and cribs and rings and shit.
Is that what being a celebrity means?
Look boys and girls, here's BBC.
See corpses, rapes and amputees.
What do you think now of the American dream?

And our soccer moms and dads
who raised us brats on those TV ads
I know that they sleep at night.
Their conscience is intact
they've convinced themselves of that.
Giving money to Jesus fucking H. Christ.

Lyric Entry #0003

Boredom's in the bathroom shaking out the loose teeth
Sally's in the stirrups claiming her own destiny
And nobody nowhere understands anything
About me and all my dreams
Lost at sea

Jack it up Judy, set your heart alight
Mayfair mistress of the satellites
Misspent youth - faking up a rampage
To hold off the real slaves
Paid off and staid

Lyric Entry #0002

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.

Lyric Entry #0001

Beyond the palace hemi-powered drones scream down the boulevard
The girls comb their hair in rearview mirrors
And the boys try to look so hard
The amusement park rises bold and stark
Kids are huddled on the beach in a mist