[Hook] I shot a Warhol Dead with my pistol When the wind hit the hole In the canvas it whistled Beautiful with no frame A face with no name Glass full of cold fame Chased it with slow pain [Verse 1] Nostrils of cocaine Cocktail and kill time Scenes from a bad film Lived out in real time Who plays the hero Which ones the victim Violent and fearful They find their positions Pride and ambition, the enemies inside you Tendencies to listen, even when youre lied to Pry through the details Unmask the myth Try to impress the cast With acid trips Mash your lips against a cold hard bottle of Washed up stars and old role models She loves the sorrow So much that she swallows But talk to tomorrow Which walk will she follow Everybody needs to be appreciated Execute him for the masterpiece that he created Death of a sales martyr Fire starter If the hate doesnt make you wanna die Try harder [Hook] I shot a Warhol Dead with my pistol When the wind hit the hole In the canvas it whistled Beautiful with no frame A face with no name Glass full of cold fame Chased it with slow pain [Verse 2] No game to rise to The coke side blinds you Hope with no aim And its the fuel that you Eye to Steady with that rifle Pointed at your idle Open up the spot With each fallen rival This is the cycle Replace the Alist The next batch of faces Can come hate the famous Everybody thinks that what they make is golden When Lennon got shot There were thoughts of holding Whatcha gonna do to impress the bitch Which slow blow gets picked When you get that itch If they notice That youre climbing to the focus Surround yourself with soldiers And like minded moments Dark sticks, in whoever hearts the biggest Eye of the beholder Is dark, cold and vicious She loves you Because she loves image Lets tear it all apart From the start to the finish [Hook] I shot a Warhol Dead with my pistol When the wind hit the hole In the canvas it whistled Beautiful with no frame A face with no name Glass full of cold fame Chased it with slow pain [Verse 3] Its nothing but a slow pulse If you just stop feeling it Your friends and your folks Cant adjust to what youre dealing with Accustomed to trust Now the lust got you killing it Eyes wide shut Now your fucked No healing it Travel down the barrel towards the light Once in open space Its easy to lose sight Dont look down Youre bound to fall flat If you do hit the ground Youre bound to bounce back The sound track She hated every single song But everybody else Seemed to wanna sing along Bring along The belief that every thing is wrong We all break down in front of God Before the break of dawn Silence Open up the eyelids To sex, drugs, and violence Movies, songs, books Everything is based on it So we stay on it Got a bullet with your face on it [Hook] I shot a Warhol Dead with my pistol When the wind hit the hole In the canvas it whistled Beautiful with no frame A face with no name Glass full of cold fame Chased it with slow pain
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