Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do.
If you’re going to die, I’ll kill you. A silver glitter sword, heavy metal boots. Dropping out of style like celebrity, Mind your vanity.
Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do.
Coming up for air with a cigarette. Cold sweat, the shakes, and vodka sex. Warming up to people you that used to hate. Work your poverty.
Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do.
When you come around I ain’t going to be there. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. ...
Superstar, it’s so hard to hang with you. Superstar, no one loves you like you do. When you come around I ain’t going to be there. When you come around I ain’t going to be there.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz my friends all drive porches I must make amends worked hard all my lifetime no help from my friends so oh lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz oh lord, won't you buy me a color T.V. dialing for dollars is trying to find me I wait for delivery each day until three oh lord, won't you buy me a color T.V. lord won't you buy me a night on the town I'm counting on you lord please don't let me down prove that you love me and buy the next round oh lord, won't you buy me a night on the town
Can't watch my television Ain't enough science fiction? I'm scuzzied out of my head Powered down everything The static's deafening All wired up for the end
Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you
Chorus Am I an Alien, am I an Alien I got this second skin deteriorating
Still floating day to day I phase out wondering My spaceship wrecked my future home Synthesized and traumatized A disaster amplified My star burned out of control
Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you
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Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you ...
Am I on top of the world? I'm crashing down on you
Chorus Am I an Alien, am I an Alien I got this second skin deteriorating
Kilroy was here. He cashed a check and checked out. His asphyxiation was such a mess when he was found. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong.
I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath.
I wish you were here to tell everyone I got your car. In all this doom was the guilt in satire. Did I do you wrong? I did you no wrong.
I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you what you sold me. Suffocate in the air you breath.
Falling off the world is the last thing I would do. I'd do the same if I was you. You used to be so cruel. It's the last thing that you'll do. ...
I'm selling you (Kilroy) what you sold me. (Was Here) Suffocate in the air you breathe. I'm selling you (Kilroy) I'm selling you. (Was Here) I’m selling you (Kilroy) I’m selling you. (Was Here)
I think you're really weird Damned and neurotic That green hair's kinda queer And it really makes me sick If talk is so cheap Then your bullshit's expensive Wash your mouth you stink, Dangerous and vicious Like you, incarcerate me now
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution
Somebody strung me up Violent stupid drunks Suffocate me now Don't leave me here in rehab bad Clash Used up New York Dolls
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution
I think you're really weird Damned and neurotic queer Incarcerate me now, disintegrate me Wash your mouth you really stink Dangerous and viscious piece of shit
Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need Punk rock pollution Can't breathe, don't need, neat, neat, neat, neat Punk rock pollution
Captain Chaos Jonesin' sweet desperation Captain Chaos So young, strung out n' numb
Souvenirs from hell and back Left your wreckage in a body bag
Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain Chaos The money chord didn't fail ya'
You drink n' forget you're just a drunk Stay pretty n' hope you die young I'll miss the songs you'll never write You played so good, it made you go blind
Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain Chaos The money chord didn't fail ya'
Everybody had you all wrong You're human underneath the GOD You gave, like you were the Jesus Then died for the same reason
Captain Chaos Buried with my Telecaster Captain Chaos Did everybody say they knew ya' Captain Chaos Jonesin' sweet, sweet desperation Captain Chaos So young, strung out and numb
She's a tongue twisting storm She will come to the show tonight Praying to the light machine She wants my money, not my honey She's a funky thigh collector Laying on electric dreams
So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself
We can't dance, don't talk to much, just ball and play But then we move around like tigers on vaseline The bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar You're blessed, we're the spiders from Mars
So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself
So come on, come on We've really got a good thing going Come on, come on If you think we're gonna make it You better hang on to yourself
She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah
She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multi-colored mirrors On his hobnail boots
Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy working overtime A soap inpression of his wife Which he ate and donated to the National Trust
I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm going down
Mother Superior jump the gun
Happiness is a warm gun Happiness is a warm gun When I hold you in my arms And I feel my finger on your trigger I know no one can do me no harm Because Happiness is a warm gun - Yes it is
Can't sing the blues in this crowded room If nobody will buy me a drink A simple drink, it's unhappy hour Bury me on Bourbon Street I lost the power over you I miss the power over you
Let's celebrate all the cheap things Sucking down booze with my strength What happened to the naked truth It vanished with the weakest fight I lost the power over you I miss the power over you
Blue Grass Mosquito, Blue Grass Mosquito I lost the power over you
Can't sing the blues in this crowded room If nobody will buy me a drink A simple drink, it's unhappy hour Bury me on Bourbon Street
