Pale white horses drag my golden hearse Neon vultures circle, faithful disperse Pretty paper, bloody paper, sign the curse Honey, nothing quenches my thirst (What a beautiful deal) They all crave the celebrity disease Drop so fast to their knees Cameras drink their pleas Twitch and seize Goddamn Welcome to the slaughter auction hall Highest bidder wears your skull Stage of gasoline, razor mic to maul Flashbulbs pop, I built your fall Celluloid saints butcher in the sprawl Baby, applause tastes like danger, feel the crawl Chrome-plated coffin rolling down the strip so mean Hollow-eyed apostles don't know what I've seen Skeleton key lubricated with kerosene Who waltzes the razor, morphia routine? (My wicked vaccine) Gutter flowers wilted, pale, and green Dance of dollars on the dead silver screen Icon of money, flesh, and hollow fame Engrave the world with my wretched name Celluloid saints butchering, a pretty pair Applause tastes like danger in the air Wealthy and dead without a care Your neck and my hands fit like a prayer Bone and money, a throne we share Bleed for the lens, a masterpiece rare I love the puncture, the shiver, the blooming bruise Candy-painted nightmares on the evening news Mannequin messiah in electric shoes Sold my pulse for a million views Now I whisper through the static ooze Dance for me, you cannot choose Every scream a sacred muse Lacquer the spotlight in violent hues Make me immortal, make me obscene Feed me the flash, the amphetamine dream Blood on the marble, a glistening sheen Dead and famous, a perfect machine Bow to the static, the hollow routine I am the monument, cold and pristine
