Starsuckers, Inc.

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