Bring Me The Head Of Andy Warhol

This is beginning to feel just like a competition

I see you smilin' at me and your front teeth are

missin'

Snapshots and flash bulbs ignite along the runway

And you freeze like a pale mannequin,

I think you like what you see

The plastic surgeons all whispered to each other and

blushed

Malevolence breeds contempt into a deviant crush

Mortals threaten suicide until they forget your name

Fifteen minutes of fame is now the name of the game

Post mortem penetration,

Rigamortis sets the scene

Now get under the microscope,

All writhe and squirm in Vaseline

In a city full of rats,

all feeding on the narcissism

I lit the match,

I lit the fire that burned your Hollywood to the ground

(Burn it all down)

IV drippin' like cocaine down the back of your throat

Drama queen all dressed up with nowhere to go

Street walkin', night stalkin', cold-blooded killer

There's a murder in the room of your polkadot cadaver

Bring me the head of Andy Warhol

Bring me the head of Andy Warhol

Nightmares shapeshift into oblivion

You have not even seen the last of me

What do you want me to say?

I wouldn't have it any other way

One day they'll find you with a candle burning inside

of you skull

Are you happy now?

You're finally the talk of the town

Search lights in the sky

Your fame will turn this blood into wine

Fashionistas deliver the death blow,

Penetrate you like it's your birthday

Playtime for children in the graveyard

You have not even seen the last of me

What do you want me to say?

I wouldn't have it any other way

One day they'll find you with a candle burning inside

of you skull

Cold, pale Jesus,

Sodom and Gomorrah

Headless Horseman,

Death is at your doorstep

The best rehabs are

All in California

Junkies pushing up

Daisies in the garden

Can you dig it?

I've come here to eat your heart out,

Slit your throat,

And fuck your brains out

Keep your voice down or you'll wake them

(So we're starting to get somewhere)

If LSD was was popular as cocaine,

I wouldn't drive a Delorean

Cold, pale Jesus,

Sodom and Gomorrah

Headless Horseman,

Death is at your doorstep

The best rehabs are

All in California

Junkies pushing up

Daisies in the garden

Fashionistas deliver the final death blow,

Penetrate you like it's your birthday

Playtime for children in the graveyard

You have not even seen the last of me

What do you want me to say?

I wouldn't have it any other way

One day they'll find you with a candle burning inside

of you skull