Lipstick on a brick... Catch the throne. Scratched purple nail polish on the dressing room wall Talking loud and trashy down the empty hallway hall You brought a quiet whisper to a porcelain fight I brought a loaded insult in the neon light No royal manners on this velvet seat Just dirty combat boots upon the concrete street Crown made of plastic, sitting on the floor! We don't need your etiquette anymore! Trash-talk royalty, reigning in the dirt! Smudged black eyeliner on a ripped up shirt! You wanted quiet ladies who never make a sound We’re the brat-pack queens taking over the town! Trash-talk royalty, reigning in the dirt! Slammed the dressing room door right in your face Scattered loose glitter all over the place Your golden rules are gathering dust in a cup While we flip the whole kingdom right upside up A chipped coffee mug and a broken guitar We didn't need your permission to go this far. Crown made of plastic, sitting on the floor! We don't need your etiquette anymore! Trash-talk royalty, reigning in the dirt! Smudged black eyeliner on a ripped up shirt! You wanted quiet ladies who never make a sound We’re the brat-pack queens taking over the town! Trash-talk royalty, reigning in the dirt! Spit out the sugar... Swallow the spine. This messy throne is mine. Trash-talk royalty, reigning in the dirt! Smudged black eyeliner on a ripped up shirt! You wanted quiet ladies who never make a sound We’re the brat-pack queens taking over the town! Trash-talk royalty, reigning in the dirt! Trash-talk... Royalty.
