You boast a little culture in a line
You sold your crap to the groupie whiny kids
I've thrown a ward and figured out you'd never never never lose it
So loose your cheap philosophies 'bout queens and kingdoms that'll never break or crumble
Secure you feel inside
And hope that love would come from the pop tarts
Sugar coated and ready to please
For a dime you would get down on your knees
You sold your soul to the fake and the phony, one of these days these kids will break free
So loose your cheap philosophies 'bout queens and kingdoms that'll break or crumble
Secure you feel inside
And hope that fame will come from the pop tarts
Fallen from grace off your throne
Now you can't say a word
I'd like to tell you money burns
In case you haven't heard
Paranoid and self-destroyed
Now you're skin and bones
You shout, you cry
You kick and squeal
But there is no one around
So shave your head bald, step out of your paltry world
Arrogance has made you choke
All your dreams are blown to smoke
And oh my god you are the joke
Confused you feel inside, freak out as hell breaks loose on your pop tarts
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