Mood:
Topic: music
The drugs they say make us feel so hollow We love in vain narcissisic ans so shallow the cops and queers to swimm u have to swallow hate today there's no love for tomorrow We're all stars now in the dope show There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones that want to get u high But all the pretty, pretty ones will leave u low and blow ur mind They love u when ur on all the covers When ur no then they love another The drugs they say are made in callifornia We love your face we'd really like to sell u the cops and queersmake good looking models I hate today who will i wake up with tomorrow? There's a lot of pretty, pretty ones...(chorous repeat)