N.y.stars Lyrics - Reed Lou

The stock is empty in our eyeball store 

All we got left, a few cataracts and sores 

The faggot mimic machine never had an ides 

Mission impossible, they self destruct on fear 

On a standard N.Y. night ghouls go to see their so called 'stars' 

A fairly stupid thing, to pay five bucks for a 4th rate imitation 

They say:' I'm so empty, no surface, no depth 

Oh please, can't I be you, your personality's so great.' 

Like new buildings, square, tall and the same 

Sorry, Miss Stupid, didn't you know it was a game 

I'm just waiting for them to hurry up and die 

It's really getting to crowed here 

Help me N.Y. stars 

Contributions accepted all the same 

We need new people store 

Remember, we're very good at games