little boy. I wanna be just like my idols. I really admire their styles. I wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna, wanna, yeah, yeah ,yeah. I wanna be just like my idols
I never cared to know your name Roll out the red, it's all the same False idols scream for our love Compete for stage devote for name It's all pathetically
wanna impress Christgau Ah, let that shit die And find out the new goal Kill yr. idols Sonic death It's the end of the world And confusion is sex Kill yr. idols
worms Try to grasp them It must burn and hurt & cause that pain You're lying into the faces You're smiling in the mirror You give a faith, an idol
can see you taking over me living my life out for free when i walk when i talk you do too when i walk when i talk you do too hidden behind the idols
so I know they've lied Ancient gods of old were not gods at all but empty idols Modern gods of new are not gods at all but empty idols
No more idols no tine gods Defy their corruption and spike their cogs Rid your head of promised dreams Banish all their fiendish schemes NO MORE IDOLS
Kill your fucking idols Just smash them on the wall Don't buy their senseless records Don't be their fuckin' toy. Why worship stupid rock stars? Put autographs
Kill your fucking idols Just smash them to the wall Don't buy their fucking records Don't be an EMI toy!!
carved to stone Bowing, though sins are not atoned Hearing, only silence through your cries Seeing, nothing with lifeless eyes Worthless, are the objects idolized
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will kick the dogs when they are down For I am the inferno And you the kindling you the fuel And I am the vulture Feasting on your idols of flesh I
we looked up to What about our children And who'll pray for tomorrow's gods And the pain and wisdom gained From decades of moral decay And the fallen idols
Moving toward the evil song that fate will sadly sing How the pride of man has fallen, crowning lust their only king Heaven screams in anguish and the
you gamble the loss she was the devil's daughter but now she carries a cross. she suffered wooden idols she won't take them up again she suffered wooden idols
Kill your idols Live your own life I got myself Out of my sight Kill your idols Kill your idols Kill your idols
Sandpaper hands and dumpster smiles Buzzards overhead and targeting their new found meals For one to live, one must die, in this life Of paper idols,
a gambol untried Lure of carnality and silence in forfeit Animals, enslaved to pearls of fictionalized worth Creatures, born from caves into simulated mirth I'm talking, Idols