Alan Moulder - Starf**ers, Inc. (Version - Ogilvie) lyrics

Starf**ers Starf**ers My god sits in the back of the limousine My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane My god pouts on the cover of the magazine My god's a shallow little b**h trying to make the scene I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right I'll be there for you as long as it works for me I play a game It's called insincerity Starf**ers Starf**ers, Inc Starf**ers I am every f**ing thing and just a little more I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a who*e And when I s** you off not a drop will go to waste It's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste Starf**ers Starf**ers Starf**ers, Inc Starf**ers Starf**ers Starf**ers Starf**ers, Inc Starf**ers All our pain How did you think we'd get by without you? You're so vain I bet you think this song is about you Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Starf**ers Starf**ers Starf**ers Starf**ers, Inc Starf**ers Now I belong Now I belong Now I belong Now I belong Now I belong