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• Artiste: Sacha Sacket
• Titre: Battleship
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I'm ready to gloom, I'm ready to go Got Madonna blaring out the stereo And wonderbread says he's beautiful I wonder why I drive to this waxwork show. 'Cause I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen, I use up all my gasoline. I'm a walking cemetery So many dead things inside of me. Scene doors open to the doe-eyed boys Pincushions fluffed with steroids These Hollywood-made androids They've got some steel but do they got a voice. Jealous mind makes jealous things come true. Think Alexander the Great is coming through So I better head to the bathroom Before I meet the ensuing doom. And when I look in the mirror I know I'm not alone. I've got an army of me But I have no control And I'm stuck at this party With a thirty year-old He makes stars Just flame me, flame me, flame me. There's a battleship inside of me It creaks and moans in apology For all the sick shit done in vanity For this cult of masculinity. But I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen I use up all my gasoline. I'm a walking cemetery So many dead men inside of me. Can somebody tell me why the Butch hate the belles? When we've got plenty of Baptists Coveting our souls to hell. Too many wars, too many gay etiquette laws Find your cause. Stop throwing their mud Indoors. I'm ready to gloom, I'm ready to go Got Madonna blaring out the stereo And wonderbread says he's beautiful I wonder why I drive to this waxwork show. 'Cause I'm a mystic, I'm a superqueen, I use up all my gasoline. I'm a walking cemetery So many dead things inside of me.