Glenn Tilbrook - Slaughtered Artists lyrics

Tilbrook Slack jawed knock kneed straight on, full speed Chomp at the bit, they so want it Want you to feel no fake for real Honest self-made righteous crusade Hotel suites too far from the streets And you're yellow now from as white as a sheet And your habits replaced an occasional treat So where's it gonna go Crystal clear is now turning oblique And the vultures come when they sense that you're weak And the pursestrings open when somebody speaks And all this you must know So where's it gonna go? Model romance media wet pants Drama east end total godsend Door-step press stay day after day Smacked or caressed self served interest Word soon travel he unravel Time to address tortured artist Slack act all wrong new band sh** songs A waste of time yours his and mine