My god sits in the back of the limousine
My god comes in a wrapper of cellophane
My god pouts on the cover of the magazine

My god's a shallow little (*##$ trying to make the scene

I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype

I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game

It's called insincerity

Star$#&@ers

Star$#&@ers
Star$#&@ers, Inc.
Star$#&@ers


I am every $#&@ing thing and just a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a !@^%

And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
It's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste, yeah
(asskisser)


Star$#&@ers
Star$#&@ers

Star$#&@ers, Inc.
Star$#&@ers


All our pain
How did you think we'd get by without you?
You're so vain

I bet you think this song is about you
Don't you?
Don't you?

Don't you?
Don't you?


Now I belong I'm one of the chosen ones
Now I belong I'm one of the beautiful ones