Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fake My Own Death And Go Platinum, artist - Psychostick. Album song We Couldn't Think Of A Title, in the genre
Date of issue: 07.08.2006
Record label: Psychostick
Song language: English
Fake My Own Death And Go Platinum |
Well you see |
I wanna sell a million records |
But my music sucks |
So what am I to do? |
They say an artist is appreciated after he’s dead |
I have no talent but |
I bet that it’s still true! |
The lyrics all suck and |
The chords are too funky |
We’re on a major label |
'Cuz we’re just plain lucky |
We sold 4 albums |
To our own mothers |
We have a few supporters |
But there aren’t many others! |
What if I could live |
If they all would think I’m dead |
Oh just what if I could have my Cake and eat it too |
I’d be set for life |
No more struggles no more strife |
Let the money do the talking |
I’m a dead man walking! |
Kill myself |
And all our record sales will shoot up Like an addict |
Or that poser Emineim |
Make it mystery |
And let them spot me just like Elvis |
It wouldn’t matter |
Cause I’d still be dead to them |
I’d simply sit back in A house all secluded |
Out in the forest |
Self-sufficient (pool included) |
Let my name take the place of Fred Durst |
I could have it all |
If my label doesn’t kill me first |
What if I could live |
If they all would think I’m dead |
Oh just what if I could have my Cake and eat it too |
I’d be set for life |
No more struggles no more strife |
Let the money do the talking |
I’m a dead man walking! |