Like Virgin Vinyl In Bed Lyrics

Like Virgin Vinyl In Bed lyrics

These words don't mean shit. They never do. You're all bullshit artists looking
for the catch phrase of the day. So all the sheep come running with their
mouths agape, and their fingers pointed high. We're sick of the pretty ones
with cocaine eyes and name-drop tounges selling handshake-lies about these
broken skies. We're all bullshit artists, and this is wire tapped
soul-searching at it's worst.