THE SILVER TONGUED lyrics : "The Producers Couch"
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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