Produced by Polarity/1
P/1: rap, lead & background vocals, keyboards, synth bass, drum & percussion programming, sampling
Scott Allen & Sabina Sciubba: background vocals
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Di! The photographer screamed and she died
And everybody cried
We're dizzy--sleeping off a lifetime snooze
Wasted on celebrity news
Intelligence abused
By the fools who kill or this stuff
Our hunger for fluff
Awareness is snuffed
Do we ever get enough? Flash cubes Trash news
The lame lead the lame and the good die young
The paparazzi made the chase
But who really deserves to be hung?
Those who profit from this disease
Please have no doubt
They put this contract out
A real person forced to take flight
In the tunnel of a Paris night
Like a monkey on a chain
To entertain us with her pain
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Yeah, the good die young and the bad get paid
You know it's depraved
She's worth more in pain than healthy and sane
We're all being sucked. And who pulls the chain?
The sickness we use to entertain our blues
She couldn't survive
But the Church of Murdoch still gonna thrive
A real person forced to take flight
In the tunnel of a Paris night
Like a monkey on a chain
To entertain us with her pain
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CHORUS: Will this thing
............That we call God come down
............And help us start this song again
............To learn to live inside our skin.
............And sing it right next time around
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We elevate our best then shoot them down
Self-hatred we were taught
The dogma we bought
We gotta make the stars fall
A drug to help us feel less small
This damn web we made
And those fools get paid
To dig up the dirt and beat the drum in our sad parade
Of the lonely, the lost--like ghosts we're tossed by the latest consumer breeze
We're squeezed... played in this material world
The next Jesus will have to be a pretty girl
Who we'll worship and diss, stalk and chase
In our pornographic need to fill a space
As we fade into blue with a surgical grin
and we're told again and again and again
How we're so full of sin
Thrown out of the garden... our emptiness grew
"she took you in and she belonged to you"
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A real person forced to take flight
In the tunnel of a Paris night
Like a monkey on a chain
To entertain us with her pain
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CHORUS: Will this thing
............That we call God come down
............And help us start this song again
............To learn to live inside our skin.
............And sing it right next time around