When was it promised to be good?
when did the sunlight turn to gold?
when I'm halfway around the sun
with a hash pipe and a machine gun
Oh Lord, shoot me / Oh Lord, shoot me
True beauty always has a cost
Self-reflection always shows a loss
And the mirror begins to suck
As the ego becomes unstuck
and you dance and you drink and fuck
and you use up your allotted luck
beautifully self-absorbed
throw all your friends overboard
We were halfway out the mud
when the levee released the flood
and the water turned into blood
failing promises made a thud.

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