Death Won't Save The Day

Clutching the awareness that they never sold out
Dying alone unknown
You're not that kind of girl - we know

When the gold-dust settles and the world will catch a sight
of your nose-job squashed in the middle of a fight, you'll see that
nothing's right - nothing's left
but a couple of obituaries, movie rights sold, cold and hard as gold

And your death won't save the day, anymore
No, your death won't save the day, anymore

But there you go, destroying all
the overthrow has given us
You fall so hard, you fall so fast
Don't realize you've lost that
sweet psychotic, elegiatic feel to it
Lost in that confectionary chill down in your throat

Downloading another record, looking for salvation
while the hype keeps piling up on copycat crap
- you're still my kind of girl
The oysters bear their pearl when you irritate and nag

You're a one-man-show in a no-man's-land
and you'll keep it up till your every fan will notice
nothing's right - nothing's left
but a couple of obituaries, movie rights sold, cold and hard as gold

Hold on to what you've got, there's nothing else out there
Put your lipstick down, or someone might get hurt
Slowly step away from the rock and roll cliché
When the thing explodes, we want you to be safe
that day, so you know
that your death won't save the day, anymore

But there you go, destroying all
the overthrow has given us
You fall so hard, you fall so fast
Don't realize you've lost that
sweet psychotic, elegiatic feel to it
Lost in that confectionary chill down in your
chill down in your
chill down in your
chill down in your...

And your death won't save the day
Death won't save the day
Death won't save the day
Death won't save the day