Clubbed to death
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Death, death, death death
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Sex, sex, sex, sex.
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
Clubbed to death.
F-U-C-K Y-O-U, to all you hatin' bitches that don't have a fucking clue.
L-O-V-E Y-O-U, to all my friends who had my back, my Slash Gash Terror Crew.
Beautiful, young, fucked up, and trashy.
Drinking fighting and keeping it classy.
Synthetic rock stars of the generation.
Surgeon General's warning violation.
Dragged through the mud, kicked in the dirt.
Put my name in lights so bright that it hurts.
I am but a beast, dancing's how I feed.
Beat that pussy to the ground, like a cleaver to the meat.
TAKE DOWN!
The posers and the wannabes,Feel my boot grindin' into your skull.
It's nothing now but a freak show massacre.
Gather round kids, and enjoy the show.
Drinking, fame, and dirty dancing.
Fame and dance and death.
You're giving up when getting down.
You just don't give a shit.
NO!
-clara