dead celebrities

(albüm: junk food - 2020)

I don't wanna play out
Chose the grayest day to come to L.A
Make sure the door doesn't hit me on the way out
Eleven hour trip on a plane, well, that's a very long way for a day out
In a city full of suicide dreams, movie stars, and scenes
Plastic cemeteries
Throw the stars on the floor, walk the golden mile
Sundrench and camomile kisses
Broken bones and wish bone wishes
All you can eat, take a bow, no FOMO, no sleep
Can't a woman teach me how to be the man?
Tropicana and sand, all I ever wanted was a jam
All I ever needed was a plan

Riding with my models in the back of a cop car
Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Setting fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me, I could be
Your dead celebrity

I don't wanna fade out
Sign my membership for the 27 Club
Everyone around me wants a way out
Or when I'm struggling to cover my tracks
Should I be worried 'bout the scandal or the play out? (Scandal or the play out?)
When everything I own is on tick
And slipping through my grip
My classic ego trip
Go back to LC, walk the golden mile
Sundrenched and dry-lip kisses
Some hits and some near misses, oh well
We'll be dropping like flies, calling three nines
2016, it happens sometimes
Not everyone lives, but everyone dies

Riding with my models in the back of a cop car
Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Setting fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me, I could be
Your dead celebrity

But I always take it too far, too far
Hard to know when I'm close to the edge
All I need's respect
Maybe I'll get it when I'm dead

If you let me I could be
Your dead celebrity