Lyric N.Y.Stars

The stock is empty
in our eyeball store
All we got left
a few cataracts and sores
The faggot mimic machine
never had ideas
Mission impossible
they self destruct on fear

On a standard New York night
ghouls go to see their so called stars
A fairly stupid thing
to pay 5 bucks for a 4th rate imitators They say, I m so empty
no surface, no depth
Oh, please, can I be you
your personality s so great
Like new buildings
square tall and the same
Sorry, Miss Stupid
didn t you know it was a game
I m just waiting
for them to hurry up and die
It s really getting to crowed here
help me New York stars

Contributions accepted all the same
We need new people store
remember, we re very good at games