Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World Council Entertainment Dicktatorship, 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
World Council Entertainment Dicktatorship |
Well back to my report |
In case you were bored |
Check out what’s happening now, wow! |
Superstar had achieved a monopoly on popularity |
All over, celebrities fell off like gravity |
Gradually she savagely took over the industry |
A mystery, other celebs total history |
Nobody could squeeze under the killboard charts |
Or the non-variety pages, so foracious, ten thousand spots on the a-list |
She had successfully become the only one famous |
Every magazine cover was of her |
Every act on every show was her or one of her clones |
She was the newscaster at the site of every disaster |
Every studio and record label backed her |
She was the only celebrity cook, the only celebrity crook |
Everybody’s fifteen minutes she took |
Flashing the trademark look, she said it was time to wipe out famous authors |
'I'm gonna start writing books' |
Well, lots of stoppers tried to stop her |
When murder on one of the duplicants succeeded |
She just went back to Dolly to replace what she needed |
If there was a problem, Superstar could beat it |
But then came the world council entertainment dicktatorship |
Filled with cliques, cons, tricks, distribution lots |
Head trips, jump off trend tips, plastic tits, what a bitch |
The council reported the rest of the artists in the world weren’t too happy |
'Not my fault, they’re crappy' |
She mused that she drank the daiquiri at Dolly’s factory cackling |
'I'm gonna send those men packing' |
'They think they can invade my life and mess with me like I’m an Iraqi' |
Snapping, she realised she had to pay these men a percent |
Otherwise they’d go to the useless government |
And tell about Dolly, the duplicants and the vent |
'Please, I ain’t goin' into debt |
If I gotta pay off these fools, I’ll tell you what |
Point 001 percent cut, you don’t like it kiss my butt |
You think that offer sucks |
Shut up, you got any other artists in this world, what |
Happy to keep up with the changing celebrity market |
Which was comprised only of her |
The world entertainment council dicktatorship got off |
And Superstar and her clones had the world in their pocket |
Her plan was perfect, no one could stop it |
She wasn’t just a star, she was outerspace and the rocket |
She just wanted more more more 'yeah, now you’re talkin' |
'I hear reality shows are all the rage |
Let’s put five duplicants together in a cage |
Put ten of me trapped on an island in Thailand |
And viewers can buy them food or if they don’t, they die then |
Or a plastic surgery reality show |
Take seven duplicants and make 'em into old celebs that people used to know |
Like Marilyn Monroe, Cameo, Van Gogh, Jackie O, Anna Nicole |
Put them under the knife but once they’re transformed they must die |
Why, I’m the only celebrity allowed on this planet, me myself and I |