Clutching the awareness that they never sold out   Dying alone unknown   You're not that kind of girl - we know      When the gold-dust settles and the world will catch a sight   of your nose-job squashed in the middle of a fight, you'll see that   nothing's right - nothing's left   but a couple of obituaries, movie rights sold, cold and hard as gold      And your death won't save the day, anymore   No, your death won't save the day, anymore      But there you go, destroying all   the overthrow has given us   You fall so hard, you fall so fast   Don't realize you've lost that   sweet psychotic, elegiatic feel to it   Lost in that confectionary chill down in your throat      Downloading another record, looking for salvation   while the hype keeps piling up on copycat crap   - you're still my kind of girl   The oysters bear their pearl when you irritate and nag      You're a one-man-show in a no-man's-land   and you'll keep it up till your every fan will notice   nothing's right - nothing's left   but a couple of obituaries, movie rights sold, cold and hard as gold      Hold on to what you've got, there's nothing else out there   Put your lipstick down, or someone might get hurt   Slowly step away from the rock and roll cliché   When the thing explodes, we want you to be safe   that day, so you know   that your death won't save the day, anymore      But there you go, destroying all   the overthrow has given us   You fall so hard, you fall so fast   Don't realize you've lost that   sweet psychotic, elegiatic feel to it   Lost in that confectionary chill down in your   chill down in your   chill down in your   chill down in your...         And your death won't save the day   Death won't save the day   Death won't save the day   Death won't save the day