Print

Hey you looking over there With your pin stripe suit and your jet black hair How's LA treating you? How's LA treating you? Your face doesn't look so pretty now Does it? Tell me 1, 2, 3 Mini skirts make enemies While sidewalks paint memories Imagination yes, but a pulse you're kidding Your face doesn't look so pretty now Does it? Tell me 1, 2, 3 I can be just as vague as them With four letter words that don't mean anything In a city where success is sold separately I have nothing to look forward to It's a metrocity 1, 2, 3, emergency It's a metrocity 1, 2, 3, emergency Push the red go, push it down And when the world burns Your city will be the first one down And when their exploded body parts Can't sell palates anymore What will the world be then? Songtexte Neon lights hide faux socialites To better mask their bruises It this simple scene that sells debauchery to a syndicated audience Your satellite is selling you out again But no one likes to read the fine print These city lights make me so uncomfortable Packaging plastic is the art of being rich and famous Your satellite is selling you out again But no one likes to read the fine print Aus Songtexte Mania