Private Line Cheerleaders And Dopedealers lyrics

Use your face before it gets too ugly
Jump into my car 'cause you're a heart breaker
And the seven seconds sin-bin charge you the candy bar
Ooh yeah, feels like I could fly,
It takes you up then it stops, head down to the underground

1, 2, 3, 4, gimme, gimme, gimme more
Gimme O, gimme D, D R U G

Make a quick buck and wash the dirt away
So hypocritical
Fake the big smile and be the king of the day
That's what you are

He sells absolution for all even though
There's nothing to buy
And if you want it, sure, you've got it
Sold out souls are satisfied


1, 2, 3, 4, gimme, gimme, gimme more
First one's free dose ended up with bleeding nose
5, 6, 7, 8, laid down, dominate
Gimme O, gimme D, D R U G

Where are you when I need you most?
Cheerleaders and dopedealers
Sweet white line fever dream come true
Come on raise the toast

Beauty is disposable
Burn out role model's clone
They'll leave you alone when the money's gone