Dead Celebrity testo
I’d live in diamond mansions
if I could.
I want my own private jet,
I know I should.
But I’ll never buy my kids
from Africa or Ukraine,
and I’ll never understand this
If I lived my whole life again.
I’m not gonna wake up with a dead celebrity,
and I’ll never pay up
to the Church of Scientology.
I won’t have to face up
to the cameras at the door,
pills on the floor.
And I’ll suffer at the hands
of born-agains,
and get punished
by a fan with old dog breath.
But then I’d never feel
the warm embrace of the pouring rain,
or carry my dog in a handbag
cause that is patently insane.
I’m not gonna wake up with a dead celebrity,
and I’ll never pay up
to the Church of Scientology.
I won’t have to face up
to the cameras at the door,
pills on the floor. [x3]
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