Marquee - Butcher Babies

They will know me

They will love me

They will praise me

They will know my name

Fembots meet in Hollywood colliding

With their carved out sides and their plastic smiles

Drugs don’t work because they took them all

And now they’re dry

The shuffle of the dimes who come by the dozen

To latch to the suits that give and take, exploit, control

And toxify their conducts, pacify their intellect

For the right place we can fake this all night

More for less, to pad their pocketbooks keep them smiling

Bleach their roots, till bright-eyed girls

Are all blown out pros

One and two and three is for the show

With looks to kill it’s all they know

It’s one and two and three is for the show

Self-absorbed they learned it from Monroe

To live and die in Hollywood’s the dream

Sold herself to be a tabloid queen

To live and die in Hollywood’s the dream

She sold herself to suffocate the scene

They will know me

They will love me

They will praise me

When they see my name in lights

Time moves fast but in Hollywood it flies

You’ve gone past your prime, dying on the vine

The ones that fed you won’t feed you now

Because you’re dry

The retreat of the mimes that live on borrowed time

And cling to a trick that’s brought and sold and getting old

You knew it would destruct, now your moments up

What a dirty end, Hollywood’s revenge

Locked and loaded

To see my name in lights

Locked and loaded

I’ll see my name in lights