N.Y. Stars

Lyrics

The stock is empty In our eyeball store All we got left A few cataracts and sores The faggot mimic machine Never had ideas Mission impossible They self destruct on fear On a standard New York night Ghouls go to see their so called stars A fairly stupid thing To pay 5 bucks for 4th rate imitators They say, I'm so empty No surface, no depth Oh, please, can I be you Your personality's so great Like new buildings Square tall and the same Sorry, Miss Stupid Didn't you you didn't know it was a game I'm just waiting For them to hurry up and die It's really getting too crowded here Help me New York stars Contributions accepted all the same We need a new people store Remember, we're very good at games