Espen Lind
Espen Lind - Pop From Hell lyrics
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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 Just wear your knee pads And 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'rea star You dress like a devil And they label it art They got you on tape So you can't escape Baby this is pop from hell You're in too deep Your life will make you weep When you see 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