Lyrics Sleeping Our Way to the Top - The Stiletto Formal, Murs

Sleeping Our Way to the Top

You came to this city to make it big time
Talented and pretty hold a sick rhyme
Oh, so determined could see it in your eyes
You would stand strong never compromise
But it took so long you didn’t realize
When the purest song became the truest lie
You got a manager and then you met work
You took the criticism from all the experts
You doing porn now
Stilettos worn down
Only fifty bucks to get you to perform now
He got you in the car 'cause he said he liked blonds
And then he got you home
Said put this wig on
Wearing strap-ons wasn’t in the plans
You wanted money so you listened to the man
What is now corrupted was once beautiful
Welcome to the industry
This is what they do and he said
Put your face down
And your ass up
Tuck your free mind
Into these handcuffs
Cover up the flaws
In between the sheets
You sold out now
How can you sleep
Syntax their abstract statements
Idea roles and product placement
Don’t try to distort your melody
It may get redundant once again
Textiles direct the motion
A demanded expiration
They’ve got you in their bed
With no room for fucking you one said
Pretty prom queen pastel face paint
Posing for the pictures but the pout won’t placate
Princess posture attempt to look proper
Primp and you preen but real poets never prosper
Poseurs get praised pop-art parades
You must pay the pig for your song to get played
A pussy as the price by the end of the night
But some of us work for love til the moment is right
So we spike the punch and mock all the popular
Outsiders looking in jovial and jockular
But on the inside we wanna be crowned
You hold your worries up to be beat down
Either way you ending up on your knees
Suck the spotlight til your gods are appeased
So do you stand up or do stay down
It seems the whole worlds going both ways now
Put your face down
And your ass up
Tuck your free mind
Into these handcuffs
Cover up your flaws
In between the sheets
You sold out now
How can you sleep
Syntax their abstract statements
Idea roles and product placement
Don’t try to distort your melody
It may get redundant once again
Textiles direct the motion
A demanded expiration
They’ve got you in their bed
With no room for fucking you one said
Go replicate in monotone
You can tell you are the girl tonight
Go replicate in monotone
You know they’ve got no room