We fall, we fall
We fall, we fall
We fall, we fall
We fall, we fall
The harder they come
The harder they fall
The quicker they come
The quicker they crawl
Dead celeb's comin' back
With this brand new track
Here's another taste
Come on swing your battleaxe
You wanna be a star?
Here's a gimic and a style
To mimic and free clothes to help redesign your image
I feel like the only way I seek fame and worth
Is to kill myself the same week my record hits the shelf
All you really need is a record label budget
Watch the machine voice freedom to the public
Hate it or love it
Watch it or unplug it
Critics disappear - break out the next week's store hit
You're just a puppet on a string
I'm your master
Cut out the singing, you might as well be an actor
I read a chapter how sex sells music
Nobody likes your songs
And got your videos muted
(We fall, we fall in background)
Mixed in the hood for you to trash or crash it
Prostitute music
Selling songs with ass on it
Gasp for breath
Dead celeb passed the test
Music for a living?
I can't ask for less
"We fall, we fall" [background]
The harder they come
The harder they fall
The quicker they come
The quicker they crawl
Dead celeb's comin' back
With this brand new track
Here's another taste
Come on swing your battleaxe
The harder they come
The harder they fall
The quicker they come
The quicker they crawl
Dead celeb's comin' back
With this brand new track
Here's another taste
Come on swing your battleaxe
Fuck mass appeal
And fuck keepin' it real
I feel I need to take Tommy Matola for a record deal
What would you do for that big contract?
Change your face like Michael?
Be on American Idol?
Black homocidal in each opponants questions
I thought we were musicians not Fear Factor contestants
Ov
