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THE SILVER TONGUED lyrics : "The Producers Couch"

5'10 with a perfect smile
And eyes as blue as the sky
Strutting your stuff down the boulevard love

Thinking you're so damn fine
Welcome to Hollywood
It's all fun and games

We have fun tearing you apart
And playing you the same


Take a look at all the producers scouting you from the side
Trying to decide in how many ways they can ruin your life
You think that you're perfect

And that's why they all love you
You're just another victim
Worthy of being $#&@ed on film


You came out from the Midwest
With hopes and dreams

And a tattoo that says
"I don't wanna live forever I just wanna die young"
Screaming out to anyone and everyone

"Just make me famous"
Well I can make you famous
I know everyone


Oh baby I see that face
And I wanna make it mine

So I'll tell you a few little lies
So I can get inside


Oh baby I see that face
I wanna make it mine
Bury it down into the mattress

And tear it up from behind
Oh baby I like your smile
When my heads between your thighs

You taste so good you taste so sweet
Just another Hollywood fling


Welcome to the circle of death
The Producers Couch
We all get a turn

And we won't be gentle
Leave your morals at the door
You $#&@ing !@^%


Now your secrets safe
With the bodies you just laid

Until the tapes revealed
And the whole world sees our thrills


Fake it 'till you make it
$#&@ em' to get famous
Forget what your parents taught you

Your forgiveness comes in a needle

Well look at where that got you

A diseased, junky thief
Whoring yourself out for 8 balls
Yet still a !@#% for free


So much for getting famous
So much for anything

Dying down in a gutter
Nameless with no sympathy

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