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you came to this cityto make it big timetalented and prettyhold a sick rhymeoh, so determinedcould see it in your eyesyou would stand strongnever compromisebut it took so longyou didn't realizewhen the purest songbecame the truest lieyou got a managerand then you met workyou took the criticismfrom all the expertsyou doing porn nowstilettos worn downonly fifty bucks to get you to perform nowhe got you in the car 'cause he said he liked blondsand then he got you homesaid put this wig onwearing strap-onswasn't in the plansyou wanted money so you listened to the manwhat is now corrupted was once beautifulSongtextewelcome to the industrythis is what they do and he saidput your face downand your ass uptuck your free mindinto these handcuffscover up the flawsin between the sheetsyou sold out nowhow can you sleepsyntax their abstract statementsidea roles and product placementdon't try to distort your melodyit may get redundant once againtextiles direct the motiona demanded expirationthey've got you in their bed with no room for fucking you one saidpretty prom queen pastel face paintposing for the pictures but the pout won't placateprincess posture attempt to look properprimp and you preen but real poets never prosperposeurs get praised pop-art paradesyou must pay the pig for your song to get playeda pussy as the price by the end of the nightbut some of us work for love til the moment is rightso we spike the punch and mock all the popularoutsiders looking in jovial and jockular but on the inside we wanna be crownedyou hold your worries up to be beat downeither way you ending up on your kneessuck the spotlight til your gods are appeasedso do you stand up or do stay downit seems the whole worlds going both ways nowput your face downand your ass uptuck your free mindinto these handcuffscover up your flawsin between the sheetsyou sold out nowhow can you sleepsyntax their abstract statementsidea roles and product placementdon't try to distort your melodyit may get redundant once againtextiles direct the motiona demanded expirationthey've got you in their bedwith no room for fucking you one saidgo replicate in monotone (x5)you can tell you are the girl tonightgo replicate in monotoneyou know they've got no room Aus Songtexte Mania