Starsuckers, Inc. Lyrics

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 bitch 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*ckers
Stars*ckers
Stars*ckers, Inc.
Stars*ckers

I am every f**king thing and just a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
And when I s*ck 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*skisser)

Stars*ckers
Stars*ckers
Stars*ckers, Inc.
Stars*ckers

All our pain
How did we ever 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?

Now I belong, I'm one of the chosen ones
Now I belong, I'm one of the beautiful ones