Flatline

She's plied white, but now, she's spinning it back
Face down, but is she better when she's on her back?
Death star, she's making sure that everybody knows, that everywhere's, a fashion show
And if you're, spinning around, you'll get it back, as good as you were sold

Flatline, if you can't keep the beat, then why not just pretend?
So, last line, for everybody, who finds out how we live

A quick dick, and now, he's ready to go
The right side, one more line, before he's out the door
Yeah, he don't care if everybody knows, stick that shit right up his nose
He's gotta, look good, and feel just right, before he hits the floor

Flatline, if you can't keep the beat, then why not just pretend?
So, last line, for everybody, who finds out how we live
It isn't what you're getting off, as much as who you know
You wanna, play, games, go ahead, just enjoy the show, yeah! Oh, yeah, oh, no! Yeah, come on!

Flatline, if you can't keep the beat, then why not just pretend?
So, let's stop, before everybody, finds out how we live
It isn't what you're getting off, as much as who you know
You wanna, play, games, go ahead, I'll just enjoy the show, yeah! Oh, yeah!