N.y.stars — текст песни (Reed Lou)

The stock is empty in our eyeball store
All we got left, a few cataracts and sores
The faggot mimic machine never had an ides
Mission impossible, they self destruct on fear
On a standard N.Y. night ghouls go to see their so called `stars`
A fairly stupid thing, to pay five bucks for a 4th rate imitation
They say:` I`m so empty, no surface, no depth
Oh please, can`t I be you, your personality`s so great.`
Like new buildings, square, tall and the same
Sorry, Miss Stupid, didn`t you know it was a game
I`m just waiting for them to hurry up and die
It`s really getting to crowed here
Help me N.Y. stars
Contributions accepted all the same
We need new people store
Remember, we`re very good at games