Andy Warhol Was Right

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Brendan McClure] Twisted little daydreams Memories with pain Locking me behind the closet door I will be a good boy Promise I won't run Sit quiet in my room Playin' with my toy gun [Verse 2: Jani Lane] Now I'm older, but the memories Still eat me like disease Alone in the darkness Watching you on my TV Why did God make you so famous When He only spit on me? [Chorus: Jani Lane] I wanna bathe in your light I, I wanna be on the news If I take your life, it's nothing personal Just a boy and his toy gun Dying for attention Mh-hm [Verse 3: Jani Lane] Sitting on the steps The sun is sinking low And the world gets very quiet The street lamps start to glow I step out and I raise my gun Time just seems to slow [Bridge: Jani Lane] For a moment, I can see myself Trapped in your reflection I'm angry and I'm lonely And I'm dyin' for attention [Guitar Solo] [Chorus: Jani Lane] I wanna bathe in your light I wanna be on the news If I take your life, it's nothing personal Just a boy and his toy gun Dying for attention, mh-mh Dying for attention [Outro: Jani Lane & Brendan McClure] Do, do-do-do Do, do-do-do Mama