We Fall, We Fall

[Young Girls]
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall
We Fall, We Fall

[Hook]
The harder they come, the harder they fall
The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl
Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track
Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe

You wanna be a star, here's a gimmick and a style
To mimmick and free clothes to help redesign your image
I feel like the only way I'll see fame and wealth
Is to kill myself the same week my record hits the shelf
All you really need is a record label budget
Then watch the machine force feed it to the public
Hate it or love it, watch it or unplug it
Careers disappear quicker than next week's club hit
You're just a puppet on a string I'm your master
You're not cut out to sing, you might as well be an actor
Or write a chapter how sex sells music
Nobody likes your songs, they watch your videos muted
Mixed and diluted, polluted trashed will crash
This prostitute music selling songs with ass
I gasp for breath, Dead Celeb pass the test
Music for a living? I can't ask for less

[Hook x2]

Fuck mass appeal and fuck keeping it real
I feel I need to date Tommy Mottola for a record deal
What would you do for that big contract?
Change your face like Michael, be on American Idol?
Act homicidal and eat your own intestines
I thought we were musicians not Fear Factor contestants
Overnight stars want credit? Forget it
Yeah, you went platinum, but who wrote your record?
Extra philosophy, behind a music prodigy
The next best thing since The Motley Crue Biography
It's like Gods become a shark in deep water
You swim up to the mainstream, then you bite the author
You could be a star, too, if you're near edges
Fuck the opinions of these haters and critics
They can be so cynic, quick to call you a gimmick
You can't tarnish my image, you write about it, I live it

[Hook x2]

[Guitar Solo]

[Hook x2]