Pop From Hell

Espen Lind

Just roll the soundtrack 
Let the lights dim down to blue, ooh, huh (uh)
They've dressed their voodoo dolls 
And named them after you, uh, huh

Burn your every bridge
Sever all your ties
And give confessions where
You serve them all your lies
Does it get you high
Does it make you whole
Does it get you by
As you play your role, yeah

You make me so hard
Because you're a star
You dress like the devil
Then you sing like a god
They love when you smile
You rock'n'roll child
Baby, this is pop from hell

Just wear your kneepads 
And your finest little dress, uh, huh (uh, yeah, mmm)
When uncle Devil comes 
Disguised as great success, ey, yeah

Jesus was a saint
You the biggest fan
And bet his money on
The horse that bit his hand
Don your finest shirt 
Rip yourself apart
Wallow in the dirt
Cos baby, that's your art, yeah

You make me so hard
Because you're a star
You dress like a devil
And they label it art
They got you on tape
So you can't escape
Baby, this is pop from hell, ooh, yeah, hahaha

You're in too deep 
Your life will make you weep 
When you see the battle isn't won 
It's only just begun 

You make me so hard
Because you're a star
And I just don't believe 
You don't like what you've got
They know how to throw
One hell of a show
Baby, this is pop from hell
Oh, yeah