The kings of america were falling out of fashion
The system systematically was shooting out their lights
Driven to the level of paparazzi comers
They bid the public an ugly goodnight
Well, the shaved and depraved
The concealed and the well-healed
The maintained and the drained
The walking dead and the well-read
All have a stake in the model and the make
Of the latest star attractions
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Can you tell us who's the next big thing
Can you tell us who's the next big thing
We know they ain't gonna last
But it's always a blast to devour every second
The girl in the pressure cooker's losing her mystique now
The brains at the star say she's dying by degrees
With tales of self abuse and a criminal citation
Her sun is setting in the hollywood sea
Well, the ares and the ain'ts
The gratified and the fried
The diseased and the pleased
The endowed and the street crowd
All want a piece of the latest release
To stroke the head of their condition
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