[00:00.000] 作词 : Rob Milton/Murray Matravers
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Rob Milton/Murray Matravers
[00:04.213]I don't wanna play out
[00:06.062]Chose the greatest day to come to L.A
[00:07.806]Make sure the door doesn't hit me on the way out
[00:10.680]11 hour trip on a plane, well that's a very long way for a day out
[00:15.192]In a city full of suicide dreams, movie stars and scenes
[00:20.300]Plastic cemetries
[00:22.555]Throw the stars on the floor, walk the golden mile
[00:24.963]Some drenched in camomile kisses
[00:27.416]Broken bones and wishbone wishes
[00:29.766]All you can eat, take no a bow, no fomo, no sleep
[00:33.816]Can a woman teach me how to be the man?
[00:36.256]Tropicana and sand, all I ever wanted was a jam
[00:39.286]All I never needed was a plan
[00:41.105]
[00:42.080]Riding with models in the back of a cop car
[00:46.562]Jumping the pool from the roof of a 5-star
[00:51.796]And one day I could be
[00:56.396]A distant memory
[01:00.942]Setting fire to my house in the hills
[01:04.922]Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
[01:10.367]If you let me I could be
[01:15.028]Your dead celebrity
[01:19.140]
[01:20.235]I don't wanna fade out
[01:22.204]Sign my membership for the 27 club
[01:24.415]Everyone around me wants a way out
[01:26.648]When I'm struggling to cover my tracks
[01:28.601]Should I be worried 'bout the scandal or the pay out? (Scandal or the pay out?)
[01:31.764]When everything I own is on tick
[01:33.907]And slipping through my grip, my classic ego trip
[01:38.519]Go back to LC, walk the golden mile
[01:41.064]Some drenched in dry-lip kisses
[01:43.427]Some hits and some near-misses, oh well
[01:46.981]We'll be dropping like flies, gone in three nights
[01:49.528]2016, it happens sometimes
[01:51.877]Not everyone lives but everyone dies
[01:54.583]
[01:55.847]Riding with models in the back of a cop car
[02:00.586]Jumping the pool from the roof of a 5-star
[02:05.632]And one day I could be
[02:10.569]A distant memory
[02:14.819]Setting fire to my house in the hills
[02:18.812]Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
[02:23.862]If you let me I could be
[02:28.725]Your dead celebrity
[02:32.327]
[02:32.628]But I always take it too far, too far
[02:37.724]Hard to know when I'm close to the end
[02:42.041]All I need's respect
[02:45.666]Maybe I'll get it when I'm dead
[02:49.141]
[03:00.613]If you let me I could be
[03:05.595]Your dead celebrity

作词 : Rob Milton/Murray Matravers
作曲 : Rob Milton/Murray Matravers
I don't wanna play out
Chose the greatest day to come to L.A
Make sure the door doesn't hit me on the way out
11 hour trip on a plane, well that's a very long way for a day out
In a city full of suicide dreams, movie stars and scenes
Plastic cemetries
Throw the stars on the floor, walk the golden mile
Some drenched in camomile kisses
Broken bones and wishbone wishes
All you can eat, take no a bow, no fomo, no sleep
Can a woman teach me how to be the man?
Tropicana and sand, all I ever wanted was a jam
All I never needed was a plan
Riding with models in the back of a cop car
Jumping the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Setting fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me I could be
Your dead celebrity
I don't wanna fade out
Sign my membership for the 27 club
Everyone around me wants a way out
When I'm struggling to cover my tracks
Should I be worried 'bout the scandal or the pay out? (Scandal or the pay out?)
When everything I own is on tick
And slipping through my grip, my classic ego trip
Go back to LC, walk the golden mile
Some drenched in dry-lip kisses
Some hits and some near-misses, oh well
We'll be dropping like flies, gone in three nights
2016, it happens sometimes
Not everyone lives but everyone dies
Riding with models in the back of a cop car
Jumping the pool from the roof of a 5-star
And one day I could be
A distant memory
Setting fire to my house in the hills
Extinguish the flames with some champagne and pills
If you let me I could be
Your dead celebrity
But I always take it too far, too far
Hard to know when I'm close to the end
All I need's respect
Maybe I'll get it when I'm dead
If you let me I could be
Your dead celebrity