Lack of Lupsury (Demo) Video (MV)

Being sad is in style
And I'm far too cool to smile
My inner publicist says
There is no doubt
That everyone who's anyone
Has a gun in their mouth

And I feel like shit in these designer clothes
And I feel lousy about the endless stream of coke up my nose
No amount of money, or success, or starving schoolgirls in my bed will do
What I really want is a big snake for a pet

Explicit lyrics within
About abuse and inner trauma
That happened to a friend of a friend
The most with which I must contend
Is to remain standing onstage by the end of the night

My band and I
Are the royal family
Living out a dream
On the cover of a teenage magazine
The god of your idolatory
I'm so beautiful
Just look at me

And I feel like shit in these designer clothes
And every night I must decide
Just who sucks and who blows
My eyes might as well be
Dead black holes set in my head
What would really make me happy
Is a jar full of spiders
I want a ten-foot-tall crack pipe
And a license to beat my wife
And my own amusement park
Where I can do what or whoever I like
I grow tired of being male
And I grow tired of being white
And I grow tired of standing in your spotlight
I never knew it could be such hard work just running from boredom