Ceschi - Fallen Famous lyrics

[Intro x4: Sample] When something beautiful dies People turn sideways their eyes One round of applause for the dollar bill doldrums Two for the bankrupt distributors Three for the folding indies Four for the fallen famous Five for the lack of support Six for the millions of kids who missed the mid nineties Seven for the rappers telling me “rap is dead” Selling out In their petticoats With their petty drama Bourgeois fear From the rebels who once screamed in our ears About money and guns About politics Wonder where they'll go? Will they ever try to dig themselves right out of the comfort of their own homes? When a life implodes fragments flow deep into the black Into the forgotten Swallowed whole In a landslide of kudos that turned to - who knows? What a shame To be taken Right into the grave By the devil and his henchmen The same ones that took his pension And left him in a grave defenseless Not to mention No attention to the messes Just a box-set Sitting next to a Smith and Wesson Fingerprints still lingering on trigger metal Heavy metal on a record spinning "It's the end of your era I tell you!" His publicist screams On a warped tape answering machine From the eighty's Silver lining never came The defining moments fade With radio play Put away Any stray Bullet in your brain Get it ready for that long play [Bridge: Sample] When something beautiful dies People turn sideways their eyes When something beautiful dies People turn sideways their eyes When something beautiful dies People turn sideways their eyes When something beautiful dies A cry is raised to the skies Every day something beautiful dies And nobody cries for the swatted flies Because they lingered around insignificant Living just distant of people's eyes Disgusting Vultures Circling around the bodies of my fallen heroes Making jigsaw puzzles out of bones While lilacs limp from the stench as flesh erodes No need to worry about packing bags Julius Maggots don't care if you're dressed Your mother's gone And the suit don't fit A 9 millimeter's gonna be your last kiss And no one's gonna be there when you take a final breath And even though you want to be remembered as an übermensch It's less It's less than ashes in the sea It's less than a fresh coat of makeup on your gray face at a wake with a catholic priest It's less than heaven Less than irrelevant Less than the most negative segment That you could even conjure up in your vast imagination It's tasteless It's dirt It's rotting organs It's worms And the perfect sounds are drowned out by the ground now By the cries of the few and far between By the record labels that are capitalizing on dreams And they'll repackage you as deluxe And they'll romanticize your d**h grunts But the dust on the dollar bin gatefold sleeve just Screams that nobody gave a f** [Outro: Sample] People turn sideways their eyes When something beautiful dies People turn sideways their eyes When something beautiful dies A cry is raised to the skies