«Pop From Hell»

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Just roll the soundtrack let the lights dim down to blue

They've dressed their voodoo dolls and named them after you

Burn your every bridge

Sever all your ties

Give confessions where

You serve them all your lies

Does it get you high

Does it make you whole

Does it get you by

As you play your role

You make me so hard

Because you're a star

You dress like the devil

Then you sing like a god

They love when you smile

You rock n'roll child

Baby this is Pop From Hell

You wear your knee pads & your finest little dress

When uncle devil comes disguised as great success

Jesus was a saint

You the biggest fan

Bet his money on

The horse that bit his hand

Don your finest shirt

Rip yourself apart

Wallow in the dirt

Baby that's your art

You make me so hard

Because you're a star

You dress like your sister

And they label it art

They got you on tape

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So you can't escape

Baby this is Pop From Hell

And when you sleep

Neurotica runs deep

Understand the battle isn't won

It's only just begun

You make me so hard

Because you're a star

And I just don't believe you don't like what

you've got

They know how to throw

One hell of a show

Baby this is Pop From Hell

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