dead celebrities

I don't wanna play out

Chose the greyest day to come to LA

Make sure the door doesn't hit me on the way out

11 hour trip on the 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 camomile kisses

Broken bones and wishbone 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

Riding with models in the back of a cop car

Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star

And one day, I could be

A distant memory

Setting 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

Sign 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 pay out?

When everything I own is on tick

And slipping 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 nines

2016, it happens sometimes

Not everyone lives, but everyone dies

Riding with models in the back of a cop car

Jump in the pool from the roof of a 5-star

And one day, I could be

A distant memory

Setting 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 need's respect

Maybe I'll get it when I'm dead