When was it promised to be good?
When did the sunlight turn to gold?
When I'm halfway around the sun
With a hash pipe and a machine gun
Oh Lord, shoot me
Oh Lord, shoot me
Soon
True beauty always has a cost
Self-reflection always shows a loss
And the mirror begins to s**
As the ego becomes unstuck
And you dance and you drink and f**
And you use up your allotted luck
Beautifully self-absorbed
Throw all your friends overboard
We were halfway out the mud
When the levee released the flood
And the water turned into blood
Failing promises made a thud