Pop Singer Lyrics

Pop Singer lyrics

He was a black eyed whore 

With an arsehole like a front door 

He was a suicidal bore 

Who couldn't take any more 

Bleeding holes in her tiny hand 



He had a picture of Guns n' Roses on his wall 

'cos he looked a bit like Axl Rose 

He contemplated falling on a sword 



She threw her body off the 17th floor 



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He drowned himself in alcohol 

He prayed the stars to take his soul 

He cut himself so it would show 



I heard a zipper go in the front row 



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