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 is a shallow little b**h trying to make a 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
Stars**ers
Stars**ers
Stars**ers, Inc.
Stars**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, yeah
(a**kisser)
Stars**ers
Stars**ers
Stars**ers, Inc.
Stars**ers
All our pain
How did we ever get by without you?
All the pain
And soon you'll make us forget about you
Won't you?
Won't you?
Won't you?
Won't you?
Now I belong, I'm one of the chosen ones