Day of the Eagle
insulation
in my circulation
i'm a mating rhythm
sick with electricion
nazi operation
devestation
wire up a radio
and i am a mating rhythm
wire up the radio
turn the terror and find my limit
hot wire my heart
hot wire my heart
hot wire my heart
like this
[i feel now?]
they're movin' in
pull the zipper
it's sliding up
i don't have a reason
honey for your best man
wire up a radio
and i am a beating rhythm
wire up for the radio
turn the terror an'
hot wire my heart
hot wire my heart
Starfuckers, Inc.
My god sits in the back of the limousine
My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane
My god pouts on the cover of the magazine
My god is a shallow little bitch trying to make a scene
I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game it's called insincerity
Starfuckers
Starfuckers
Starfuckers, Inc.
Starfuckers
I am every fucking thing and just a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
It's really not so bad you know once you get past the
Taste, yeah (asskisser)
Starfuckers
Starfuckers
Starfuckers, Inc.
Starfuckers
Sarfuckers
Sarfuckers
Sarfuckers, Inc.
Sarfuckers
All our pain
How did you think we'd get by without you?
You're so vain, I bet you think this song is about you
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Dont you?
Now I belong, i'm one of the chosen ones
Now I belong, i'm one of the beautiful ones