Andy Warhol Was Right (Album Version)

歌詞

Twisted little daydreams, Memories with pain Locking me behind the closet door I will be a good boy Promise I won't run Sit quiet in my room Playing with my toy gun Now I'm older but the memories Still eat me like disease Alone and in the darkness Watching you on my tv Why did god make you so famous When he only spit on me I wanna bathe in your life I wanna be on the news If I take your life It's nothing personal Just a boy and his toy gun Dying for attention Sitting on the steps The sun is sinking low The world gets very quiet As the streetlamps start to glow Step out and I raise my gun Time just seems to slow For a moment I can see myself Trapped in your reflection I'm angry and I'm lonely And I'm dying for attention I wanna bathe in your life I wanna be on the news If I take your life It's nothing personal Just a boy and his toy gun Dying for attention Mama