[Young Girls] We Fall, We Fall We Fall, We Fall We Fall, We Fall We Fall, We Fall [Hook] The harder they come, the harder they fall The quicker they come, the quicker they crawl Dead Celeb's coming back with this brand new track Here's another taste from our swinging battle axe You wanna be a star, here's a gimmick and a style To mimmick and free clothes to help redesign your image I feel like the only way I'll see fame and wealth Is to k** myself the same week my record hits the shelf All you really need is a record label budget Then watch the machine force feed it to the public Hate it or love it, watch it or unplug it Careers disappear quicker than next week's club hit You're just a puppet on a string I'm your master You're not cut out to sing, you might as well be an actor Or write a chapter how s** sells music Nobody likes your songs, they watch your videos muted Mixed and diluted, polluted trashed will crash This prostitute music selling songs with a** I gasp for breath, Dead Celeb pa** the test Music for a living? I can't ask for less [Hook x2] f** ma** appeal and f** keeping it real I feel I need to date Tommy Mottola for a record deal What would you do for that big contract? Change your face like Michael, be on American Idol? Act homicidal and eat your own intestines I thought we were musicians not Fear Factor contestants Overnight stars want credit? Forget it Yeah, you went platinum, but who wrote your record? Extra philosophy, behind a music prodigy The next best thing since The Motley Crue Biography It's like Gods become a shark in deep water You swim up to the mainstream, then you bite the author You could be a star, too, if you're near edges f** the opinions of these haters and critics They can be so cynic, quick to call you a gimmick You can't tarnish my image, you write about it, I live it [Hook x2] [Guitar Solo] [Hook x2]