The Cult - Dirty Little Rockstar | Текст песни

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So you be a Dirty Little Rockstar

Blood stained sleeve your Slimane Dior

You live a lie sold your soul for the paper

Ya be a slave be a media whore

Snake skin heal and a cold black coal

Shootin saphires up a dead man's arm

Hyenna lurk outside your door

You're passed out on the bathroom floor

Bite your lip

Shake your hip

Taste the whip

You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar

I don't see no Dirty Little Rockstar

Chaos breeds under heaven's skyline

Your young hearts are melting only phoenix survive

Stay in the game you sick lil hipster

You get it all, ya get it ahead

Shake your hip

Bite you lip

Back the whip

You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar

I don't believe no Dirty Little Rockstar

You wanna be a Dirty Little Rockstar

You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar

You know we need no Dirty Little Rockstar

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