Lyrics

This voice you hear is not my singing voice, but instead it's just the voice inside my head And it's where I can say all those brilliant, brutal words Brutal, brilliant words that can never be said, such as... And I would give my life just to have your diamond smile, 'cause it's gotten you where you are, every mile That is just your dark talent, a pinky full of real talent - hooray, hooray, hooray I'm jealous of you again Kill the famous Kill the famous Kill the famous Kill...kill the calm ones Your famous lips They say, "Hey, son, you can wear the ring - it's as good as gold, it's a proven thing," But lead me not in temptation Whether sweet or sour, I'm sure to give it Hooray, hooray, hooray I'm someone else again Kill the famous Kill the famous Kill the famous, (your legs, lips) Kill...kill the famous And the famous, they aren't naturally bad Has anyone ever been naturally bad? The famous, they aren't naturally bad Has anyone ever been naturally bad? No, no, no No, no, no, no Your famous lips