Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fallen Famous, artist - Ceschi.
Date of issue: 20.06.2010
Song language: English
Fallen Famous |
When something beautiful dies |
People turn sideways their eyes |
One round of applause for the dollar bill doldrums |
Two for the bankrupt distributors |
Three for the folding indies |
Four for the fallen famous |
Five for the lack of support |
Six for the millions of kids who missed the mid nineties |
Seven for the rappers telling me «rap is dead» |
Selling out |
In their petticoats |
With their petty drama |
Bourgeois fear |
From the rebels who once screamed in our ears |
About money and guns |
About politics |
Wonder where they’ll go? |
Will they ever try to dig themselves right out of the comfort of their own |
homes? |
When a life implodes fragments flow deep into the black |
Into the forgotten |
Swallowed whole |
In a landslide of kudos that turned to — who knows? |
What a shame |
To be taken |
Right into the grave |
By the devil and his henchmen |
The same ones that took his pension |
And left him in a grave defenseless |
Not to mention |
No attention to the messes |
Just a box-set |
Sitting next to a Smith and Wesson |
Fingerprints still lingering on trigger metal |
Heavy metal on a record spinning |
«It's the end of your era I tell you!» |
His publicist screams |
On a warped tape answering machine |
From the eighty’s |
Silver lining never came |
The defining moments fade |
With radio play |
Put away |
Any stray |
Bullet in your brain |
Get it ready for that long play |
When something beautiful dies |
People turn sideways their eyes |
When something beautiful dies |
People turn sideways their eyes |
When something beautiful dies |
People turn sideways their eyes |
When something beautiful dies |
A cry is raised to the skies |
Every day something beautiful dies |
And nobody cries for the swatted flies |
Because they lingered around insignificant |
Living just distant of people’s eyes |
Disgusting Vultures |
Circling around the bodies of my fallen heroes |
Making jigsaw puzzles out of bones |
While lilacs limp from the stench as flesh erodes |
No need to worry about packing bags Julius |
Maggots don’t care if you’re dressed |
Your mother’s gone |
And the suit don’t fit |
A 9 millimeter’s gonna be your last kiss |
And no one’s gonna be there when you take a final breath |
And even though you want to be remembered as an übermensch |
It’s less |
It’s less than ashes in the sea |
It’s less than a fresh coat of makeup on your gray face at a wake with a |
catholic priest |
It’s less than heaven |
Less than irrelevant |
Less than the most negative segment |
That you could even conjure up in your vast imagination |
It’s tasteless |
It’s dirt |
It’s rotting organs |
It’s worms |
And the perfect sounds are drowned out by the ground now |
By the cries of the few and far between |
By the record labels that are capitalizing on dreams |
And they’ll repackage you as deluxe |
And they’ll romanticize your death grunts |
But the dust on the dollar bin gatefold sleeve just |
Screams that nobody gave a fuck |
People turn sideways their eyes |
When something beautiful dies |
People turn sideways their eyes |
When something beautiful dies |
A cry is raised to the skies |