| I’d love to detonate a car bomb at the doors of your precious MTV
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| And put some sarin gas in the central A.C. at the V.M.A.s
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| And watch those beautiful faces turn ashen gray
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| (God will forgive me)
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| There is no turning back
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| Oh, sweet release
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| Beauty is the god of our times
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| And celebrity is our most noble virtue
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| The opiate that keeps the zombies blind and in line
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| And hypnotized in worship of the pantheon of sex and shine
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| (But now I’ve seen the light)
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| It’s time to light the fuse
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| Violence is better than the cult of silence
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| In which the open-eyed hide (into the abyss)
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| I refuse to suck at the tit of distraction
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| And I refuse to worship the human face
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| Oh, if I can do this noble thing
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| Then I’ll die laughing
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| Kill a celebrity
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| In the name of (love)
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| Kill a celebrity
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| And you will find that you can strike down a god
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| Hey, kid if you’re under 18 you’ll probably get off easy
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| So feel free to blame it on me
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| Hey, kid just remember if you blame it on me
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| I’ll take the heat and you can plead insanity
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| Oh, if we can do this thing
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| Then we can jump on the grave pile laughing
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| Kill a celebrity
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| In the name of (love)
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| Kill a celebrity
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| And you will find that you can strike down a god
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| Kill a celebrity
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| In the name of
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| In the name of
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| In the name of
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| (Silence) Silence
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| Put a brand new price on fame
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| And put a new price on your worshiped name
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| And some acid in your beautiful face
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| Kill a celebrity (God help me)
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| In the name of (God help me)
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| Kill a celebrity
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| And you will find that you can strike down a god
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| I’d love to detonate a car bomb at the doors of your precious MTV
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| And put some sarin gas in the central A.C. at the V.M.A.'s
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| And watch those beautiful faces turn ashen gray |