Texty: Stars. He Lied About Death.

What gives you the right?
To fuck with our lives?
A devil born in paradise
A liar loves to lie

Keep watching your back
Killers always have killers on their track
Keep watching the sky
'Cause you might get lucky again

I hope your drunken daughters are gay
You are the shadow of fear
You scare the love out of here
Like an ape in a cage

Small white man in a rage
Mellow suit, mellow smile
Limousines down murder mile
Limousines down murder mile

Watch the devil's at play
Drain the bottle empty
California today
Tomorrow it's you and me