It's better sometimes when we don't get to touch our dreams.
It's hard to tell what's true compassion, when it's dressed up in hair and nails and fashion.
It's silly when girls sell their souls because it's in.
I've been circling the wagons down at Times Square, trying to fill up this hole in my soul but nothing fits in there.
Jackass millionaires, hey, hey, Hollywood, here we come.
Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.
Just another point of view, I'm just a reflection of you.
Just get out your magic pencil and erase the cloudy skies, and just draw a picture of me saying, I apologize.
Just once how I'd like to see the headline say, not much to print today, can't find anything bad to say.
Kill them now, cause I need some kicks. I need some kicks, I'm getting bored.
Listen not to the critics who put their own dreams on the shelf.
Listening to his songs she heard nothing but bad news, still she made her mind up to try to get him win or lose.
Loneliness was tough, the toughest role you ever played. Hollywood created a superstar, and pain was the price you paid.
Lookin at herself, but wishing she was someone else because the body of the doll that don't look like hers at all. So she straps it on, she sucks it in, she throws it up and gives a grin.
Looking at himself, but wishing he was someone else. Because the posters on the wall, they don't look like him at all.
Media over here, coming to ya like a world premiere. Trench coat and my underwear, let's go with this freak show.
Mic is volcanic, rhymes spread across the planet, I send out the scribe, now the vibes gigantic.
Midget wrestling on channel 3, it costs me 50 bucks a month.
Movie queens diffuse into Cinema haze, while libertines read pornozines in street cafes.
Music is reflection of self.
Music Tele-Vision should be covered in jism.
My girlfriend's packed her bags and moved out to another town, she couldn't stand the boredom when the video broke down.
My whole staff love to laugh and count the money. On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy.
Newsmen winding up the nation, a little bad news helps circulation, pass on the panic to the population.
No shame, no solution, no remorse, no retribution, just people selling t-shirts.
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