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I call this meeting to order Of the Society for Cutting Up Men We don't really wanna kill em We just wanna see them squirm now and then I spent all of December Rehearsing my play in the basement of the Chelsea Hotel Half the cast stopped showing up It did not go very well I shot Andy Warhol He had too much control of my life The very next day they shot RFK Ain't it typical to step on my spotlight By the time I was fifteen I had created two spawn of my own Linda was raised as my sister We gave David to a better home My entire existence has been ruined by the carelessness of men Can anyone really blame me If I wanna burn it down and start again I shot Andy Warhol He had too much control of my life The very next day they shot RFK Ain't it typical to step on my spotlight I followed the phony into his studio at Union Square One moment he was looking down The next he was just lying there I am determined to make the most of my fifteen minutes of fame The worst part about it all is The papers kept misspelling my name I shot Andy Warhol He had too much control of my life The very next day they shot RFK Ain't it typical to step on my spotlight
Writer(s): Django Haskins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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