Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Mysterious Hanger, artist - Princess Superstar. Album song My Machine, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 08.01.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Princess Superstar
Song language: English
The Mysterious Hanger |
Um, excuse me teacher |
I’ve gotta go to the recycling toilet |
I’m gonna let them take over the story from here (All clear) |
It begins with the superstar addressing her duplicant army |
In a mysterious hanger |
Silence! |
My darling, you are so beautiful and dutiful |
I’m superstar, life maker, soul breaker, hit maker, love taker |
Don’t you mess around with me |
Ten thousand superstars, I’m getting out my claws |
Ready to break all the laws, I told you I was the best there was |
Each duplicant think of ten celebrities |
These will be your personal enemies |
Take away their jobs and give it to me |
We’re gonna be the only celebrity |
Then we can always be there for the photo shoot, the movie role, the recording |
The clothing line, the perfume, the adori, my ratings and chart positions soring |
Don’t want a two thou for this happiness |
Anyway, settle for the best you have |
You are all equal, but some more equal than others |
My sequel, but you are not people |
No free wills, no thrills, no gettin' ill |
Unless it’s ill meaning ill, not ill meaning sick |
Quick, everybody line up, no time to think |
Get the branding ink |
You will be burned a number with my brand CC |
Now duplicants, listen to me |
Every reality show, movie role |
Every famous job must be filled with one of my clones |
Superstar food, superstar books |
Everybody copy superstar looks |
Like the hook this year, makin' my money off the book this year |
But let’s be clear |
If you descent you’ll be sent to the vent |
Emptied and shelved, soul in the hole |
Here are the rules and did I mention, there is no exception |
Come on baby, don’t you love me |
When you see me, don’t you love me |
Come on baby, don’t you love me |
When you see me, don’t you love me |
Ugh, shut up duplicants, listen up |
Your weight will fluctuate to more than one tenth of an ounce |
Your songs will bounce in count |
Your feelings are not allowed and you are my slaves so don’t make a sound |
You will not fall in love unless it’s a career? |
Learn the art of snoozering, pandering me and glandering, I’m very demanding |
Excuse me, what’s that over there |
Me getting old, cease her, zap her soul |
Dolly I want a refund on my clone, you gots to go |
Off to the vent you go (no, no) go! |
(no, no!) |
I’m gonna conquer the world, meaning the United States and it’s outskirts |
So good it hurts, can you see the perks |
And for every other star it’s only gonna get worse |
My voice play all on every music station in every nation |
Including the tiny colony on Mars, merchandise on all liveable stars |
On every channel on TV, movin' pictures of me |
Virtual vid game screens on magazines, and direct connect dreams |
Now I can be everywhere it seems |
I will not be a household name |
I will hold the household, hold the pot and pots of gold |
Lots to go, I gots to roll |
And once more, when I’m winnin' the world game |
The word 'fame' will never know what hit it |
Let’s go bad girls we in it to win it |
Let’s go you bad bad girls |
Bad girls NYC |