Dead Celebrity Status - The Throwaway Kids

"The Throwaway Kids" We sleep under a full moon Swallowing full spoons of pain While they hide we dance in the rain We are not perfect We are not glamorous We are not Hiltons We are not Kardashians We are anti-gag with our hands tied tight around our backs While Bush bombed Irac When Obama killed Osama We refused to clap Cause America's a terrorist too Tit for tat We are filthy whores The opposite of Jersey Shore So fuck Snucky and a stylist ah We are not commodores We are bleeding hearts Check this... circles, and sharks We are the apocalypse Standing in the dark With white lights and fame Opposite of ark So clap for the anonymous Cheer for the enlightly Let the fucking world know Who you might be [chorus] We are, we are The young amusement We've come, we've come To burn down your bridge We are, we are The lost but magnificent We are, we are The throwaway kids We shadowdancing to Marilyn Manson Screaming "Fuck the world!" Like it's a national anthem We are not popular We are not praised We are not fifties We are not Kanye's We are icons without the glamorous clits Like Heidi from the hills and the plastic tits So while the president fucks you The rich get rich And try to paint me as an anarchist 666 You made me a Demon So I miming and squeezing And Joy and the pain and the bleeding Fuck the Palm Queen Fuck being beautiful We are not Lohans We are the unusual The end is mutable Misfits, lights out Raise by the Cain now its aim at the white house Clap for the invisible March of the phantoms Rise up Like the low way anthem [chorus] We are, we are The young amusement We've come, we've come To burn down your bridge We are, we are The lost but magnificent We are, we are The throwaway kids Never really fit in Never really tried to Flyer then a pilot, but never had the sky view Bottom floor pour with an act for being lied to Painted face wasteland The opposite of Graceland Singing in the symphony of silence Defience sleeping with the wolves And dancing with the lions In a city riots burning down the tyrants Juggalos and misfits Tackle in the giants Ah, oh, ooh ooh Ah, oh, ooh ooh Do we own the night? Ohohohoho, ooh ooh Ah, oh, ooh ooh Badada, Gets alright So let's, let's Get it, get it, On, on Spit it, spit it Out, out Let them hear you shout Let the hear you sing [chorus] We are, we are The young amusement We've come, we've come To burn down your bridge We are, we are The lost but magnificent We are, we are The throwaway kids We are, we are The young amusement We've come, we've come To burn down your bridge We are, we are The lost but magnificent We are, we are The throwaway kids