Dead Celebrities

I don’t wanna play out
Chose the greatest day to come to LA
Make sure the door doesn’t hit me on the way out
Eleven hour trip on a plane
Well, that’s a very long way for a day out
In a city full of suicide dreams
Movie stars and scenes
Plastic cemeteries

Throw the stars on the floor, walk the golden mile
Sun-drenched and chamomile kisses
Broken bones and wish-bone wishes
All you can eat, take a bow
No FOMO, no sleep
Can a woman teach me how to be the man?
Tropicana and sand
All I ever wanted was a jam
All I ever needed was a plan

Ridin’ with models in the back of a cop car
Jump in the pool from the roof of a five star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Settin’ fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me, I could be
Your dead celebrity

I don’t wanna fade out
Signed my membership for the 27 club
Everyone around me wants a way out
When I’m struggling to cover my tracks
Should I be worried ‘bout the scandal or the payout?
When everything I own is on tick
And slippin’ through my grip
My classic ego trip
Go back to LC, walk the golden mile
Sun-drenched and dry lip kisses
Some hits and some near misses
Oh well
We’ll be dropping like flies, calling three 9’s
2016 it happens sometimes
Not everyone lives but everyone dies

Ridin’ with models in the back of a cop car
Jump in the pool from the roof of a five star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Settin’ fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me, I could be
Your dead celebrity

But I always take it too far, too far
Hard to know when I’m close to the edge
All I ever need’s respect
Maybe I’ll get it when I’m dead