This is beginning to feel just like a competition
I see you smiling at me and your front teeth are missing
Snapshots and flashbulbs ignite along the runway
And you freeze like a pale mannequin, I think you like what you see

The plastic surgeons all whisper to each other and blush
Malevolence breeds contempt into a devious crush
Mortals threaten suicide until they forget your name
Fifteen minutes of fame is now the name of the game

Postmortem penetration
Rigor mortis sets the scene
Maggots under the microscope all writhe and squirm in vaseline
In a city full of rats all feeding on the narcissism
I lit the match, I lit the fire,
That burned your Hollywood to the ground
Burn it all down!

IV drippin' like cocaine down the back of your throat
Drama queen all dressed up with nowhere to go
Street-walkin', night-stalkin' cold-blooded killer
There's a murder in the rue morgue a polkadot cadaver

Bring me the head of Andy Warhol (x2)
Nightmares shapeshift into oblivion
You have not even seen the last of me
What do you want me to say?
I wouldn't have it any other way
One day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull

Are you happy now?
You're finally the talk of the town
Searchlights in the sky
Your flame won't turn this blood into wine

Fashionistas are deliver the deathblow,
Penetrate you like it's your birthday,
Playtime for children in the graveyard
You have not even seen the last of me
What do you want me to say?
I wouldn't have it any other way
One day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull

Cold pale Jesus, Sodom and Gomorrah
Headless horseman, death is at your doorstep
The best rehabs are all in California
Junkies pushin' up daisies in the garden
Can you dig it?

I've come here to eat your heart out
Slit your throat and fuck your brains out
Keep your voice down or you'll wake the neigh-neigh-neighbors
Now we're starting to get somewhere

If LSD was as popular as cocaine
I wouldn't drive a De Lorean

Cold pale Jesus, Sodom and Gomorrah
Headless horseman, death is at your doorstep
The best rehabs are all in California
Junkies pushin' up daisies in the garden

Fashionistas are deliver the deathblow,
Penetrate you like it's your birthday,
Playtime for children in the graveyard
What do you want me to say?
I wouldn't have it any other way
One day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull