Catastrophical Expectations

You feel desperated when your lipstick is gone on your

highheels you are walking like a bitch in the street

Day and night you think about your perfect style

You'are the one who let the girls get wet all time from

your heat

And the holes in your jeans shot by a machinegun

Let me see the ring that's through your cock, oh what a

fun

You swear that you have tried but now you know a life

Without a mirror is not a life

Without hairspray what a nightmare, you can take a gun

Everyday you steal away the riffs of musicians

The harmonizer makes your voice sound like a metalman

And on the stage no acting because sweat is not

attractive and ruins all your nice makeup

And after it no autographs cause you're the superstar

Scandalism sells and it's a great promotion

So they've fucked your ass and you have selled some more

from your pink LP's

Day will come when you are in your teakwood coffin

The I hope Satan himslef will punish you for your life