Popstars

Hey baby,
You've hit me again one more time.
You said bye, bye, bye, bye, bye, good bye.
I dont want to be with you tonight, forever.

Do you understand my monologue?

These are the words of the popstars.
These are the words of the unsophisticated money machines.
For the killers of rock and roll.

Hey digital,
You're nothing but a bitch on strings.
You'll be back milking cows before you cash the check.
I'll just wait around till you fade away like the rest.
Like the best of the best.

Do you understand my monologue?

These are the words of the popstars.
These are the words of the unsophisticated money machines.
For the killers of rock and roll.