Espen Lind Pop From Hell Lyrics

Pop From Hell Lyrics

Just roll the soundtrack

Let the lights dim down to blue

They've dressed their voodoo dolls 

And named them after you



Burn your every bridge

Sever all your ties

Give confessions where

You serve them all your lies

Does it get you high

Does it make you whole

Does it get you by

As you play your role



You make me so hard

Because you're a star

You dress like the devil

Then you sing like a god

They love when you smile

You rock'n'roll child

Baby this is pop from hell



Just wear your knee pads

And your finest little dress

When uncle Devil comes

Disguised as great success



Jesus was a saint

You the biggest fan

Bet his money on

The horse that bit his hand

Don your finest shirt

Rip yourself apart

Wallow in the dirt

Baby that's your art



You make me so hard

Because you'rea star

You dress like a devil

And they label it art

They got you on tape

So you can't escape

Baby this is pop from hell



You're in too deep

Your life will make you weep

When you see the battle isn't won

It's only just begun



You make me so hard

Because you're a star

And I just don't believe

You don't like what you've got

They know how to throw

One hell of a show

Baby this is pop from hell