The drugs
they say
Make us feel so hollow
We love in vain
Narcissistic and so shallow
Hate today
There’s no love for tomorrow
We’re all stars now in the dope show
There’s lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
We’re all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you’re on all the covers
When you’re not then they love another
The drugs they say
Are made is california
We love your face
We’d really like to see you
The cops and queers
Make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There’s lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They love you when you’re on all the covers
When you’re not then they love another
We’re all stars now in the dope show
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