The kings of America were falling out of fashion 

The system systematically was shooting out their lights 

Driven to the level of paparazzi comers

They bid the public an ugly goodnight



Well, the shaved and depraved 

The concealed and the well-healed 

The maintained and the drained 

The walking dead and the well-read 



All have a stake in the model and the make 

Of the latest star attractions



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Can you tell us who's the next big thing 

Can you tell us who's the next big thing 

We know they ain't gonna last

But it's always a blast to devour every second



The girl in the pressure cooker's losing her mystique now 

The brains at The Star say she's dying by degrees

With tales of self abuse and a criminal citation

Her sun is setting in the Hollywood sea



Well, the ares and the ain'ts

The gratified and the fried 

The diseased and the pleased 

The endowed and the street crowd 



All want a piece of the latest release

To stroke the head of their condition



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