My God comes in a wrapper of cellophane
My God pouts on the cover of the magazine
My God is a shallow little bitch trying to make a scene
I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
I listened to everyone now I know that everyone was right
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game it's called insincerity
Starsuckers
Starsuckers
Starsuckers, Inc.
Starsuckers
I am every fucking thing and just a little more
I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
It's really not so bad you know once you get past the taste, yeah
(asskisser)
Starsuckers
Starsuckers
Starsuckers, Inc.
Starsuckers
All our pain
How did we ever get by without you?
All the pain
And soon you'll make us forget about you
Won't you?
Won't you?
Won't you?
Won't you?
Now I belong, I'm one of the chosen ones
