| I think I’m an angel, but I am cursed
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| Riding so painful, ghost-whipping the hearse
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| My secrets are shameful, my secrets are faithful
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| My life is no fable, I’m an archangel
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| Fiends and I’m filling 'em drugs and I’m dealing 'em, pack the shit up
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| The orders, I’m filling 'em, load the clip up
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| 'Cause I stay drilling 'em, what did you say?
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| Slow down, son, you’re killing 'em
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| What do you do? |
| They look up to you
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| A porcelain doll, an idol, a tool
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| You dropped outta school, you’re burning up fuel
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| An angel of death, the face of a ghoul
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| I ain’t your idol, kid, I’m just a gangster
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| I cannot save you, son, I ain’t no savior
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| I ain’t your idol, kid, and I’m full of hatred
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| I cannot save you now, I ain’t no savior
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| I ain’t your idol, kid
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| I ain’t your idol, kid
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| No, I ain’t your idol, kid, your idol
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| No, I ain’t your idol, kid, your idol
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| I’m gonna be killing 'em without any airplay
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| 'Cause I dare say everything not their way
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| Fuck politically correct and the scared way
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| They don’t want this angel demon bringing muerte
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| Not imagining me dumping a magazine
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| Thought that you had a dream, but really have a king
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| But this one is splattering, battering
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| On a mission traveling, protected by Mazikeen
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| I’m talking extremities with enemies, obscenities to you, I’m exactly what a
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| rival is
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| If you’re not finna be my synergy infinitely, I’m then wishing you suicidal shit
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| I’m homicidal, bitch, and I puff a lot of medijuana, but I run up on 'em,
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| and it got a vital kick
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| If you’re not up on the damage the Bible did, I ain’t your idol, kid
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| I ain’t your idol, kid, I’m just a gangster
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| I cannot save you, son, I ain’t no savior
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| I ain’t your idol, kid, and I’m full of hatred
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| I cannot save you now, I ain’t no savior
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| I ain’t your idol, kid
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| Looking at me, well, what do you see?
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| The vision of something that you’ll never be
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| The kingdom will come, they’ll come for the king
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| What do you want? |
| What do you need?
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| I’m an addict with a habit
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| I’ll blow your fucking head off
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| Goddammit, can’t stand it
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| The look on your face, the desperation
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| I cannot take it, I feel it again
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| The needles are pushing up under my skin
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| I cannot speak, but the voices within
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| That evil is good and the virtue of sin
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| Who are you? |
| What do you need?
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| Are you sure you wanna be like me?
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| Gotta pay up, nothing is free
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| A deal with the devil, a deal with me
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| I ain’t your idol, kid
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| I ain’t your idol, kid
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| I ain’t your idol, kid
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| I ain’t your idol, kid
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| No, I ain’t your idol, kid, your idol
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| No, I ain’t your idol, kid, your idol
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| No, I ain’t your idol, kid
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| I cannot save you, son |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Idol, artist - Hollywood Undead. Album song New Empire, Vol. 2, in the genre