Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sleeping Our Way to the Top, artist - The Stiletto FormalDate of issue: 20.10.2008
Song language: English
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 |