Dead Celebrity Status
Dead Celebrity Status & Stephen Perkins & Dave Navarro
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Dead Celebrity Status & Joss Stone
Dead Celebrity Status
Dead Celebrity Status
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Dead Celebrity Status
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In This Day & Age is the third track from Dead Celebrity Status' debut album, Blood Music. Featuring popular Indian-Canadian singer Bif Naked, the song touches on two main points: Islamophobia in the post 9/11 world and the dismal state of the music industry.
[Yas Taalat, in Arabic:] God save us from the Devil
[Yas:]
Let me introduce myself: My name's Yassen
Been a Muslim my whole life n' I ain't never met no terrorist
Why would I watch TV? All they do is try to embarrass us
9/11 was disastrous, fuck those devil advocates!
My religion is peace, love and happiness!
The "shock and awe" bein' televised for free
Cause bright lights and dead bodies make for great TV
The world is panickin', Mr. Bush is mad again
And watchin' those bombs drop makes me sick to my abdomen
"What doesn't kill you can only make you strong."
Then I feel like I'm carryin' the weight of the world with one arm!
While bombs are bein' dropped from planes, the media infects our brains
Remember it's innocent children bein' slain
And I'm feelin' their pain and their bloodshed
How many more will end up dead?
My brother Muhammad can't get through customs, harassed n' spit upon
The price for bein' Muslim
Fuck your sympathy!
Don't look at me differently!
Don't repeat history, war is hate, [in Arabic:] Peace
[Bif Naked, in Arabic:]
Peace and blessings unto you
[Bobby McIntosh:]
In this day & age, it's rage and life destruction
Liposuction and breast implants
Like a Hollywood star wit' her lips and chest enhanced
It's just plastic surgery for the less advanced
White lies: faith in religion, sex in churches
Politicians sniffin' white lines behind closed curtains
Overpaid athletes stick steroids in ass cheeks
Million dollar salaries depend on players that cheat
The young n' homeless live among the trash heaps
Last week's news is forgotten, dead, stiff and rotten
Like the corpse of Andy Kaufman
They say peace sells, but who's buyin'? (I say sex sells!)
In these days and times and the public loves it
They can't get enough of it; anything else is "rubbish"
MP3's and burnt CD's leads us to believe that music is now free!
The industry is in a panic, major labels runnin' frantic
World's best mechanic couldn't fix it!
Empty seats means kids can't afford a ticket, and it's a problem
Like teenage love without a condom
[Bif Naked, in Arabic:]
Peace and blessings unto you