Pop From Hell Songtext
von Espen Lind

Just roll the soundtrack, let the lights dim down to blue
They′ve dressed their voodoo dolls and named them after you
Burn your every bridge, sever all your ties
Give confessions when you're serving all your lies
Does it get you high?
Does it make you whole?
Does it get you by as you play your role?

You make me so hard because you′re a star
You dress like the devil, then you sing like a God
They love when you smile, you rock 'n' roll child
Baby, this is pop from hell


Just wear your kneepads and your finest little dress
When uncle devil comes disguised as great success
Jesus was a saint, you′re the biggest fan
You bet his money on the horse that bit his hand
Don your finest shirt, rip yourself apart
Wallow in the dirt, ′cause baby, that's your art

You make me so hard because you′re a star
You dress like the devil, then they label it art
They got you on tape, so you can't escape
Baby, this is pop from hell

You′re in too deep, your life will make you weep
When you see the battle isn't won, it′s only just begun

You make me so hard because you're a star
And I just don't believe you don′t like what you got
They know how to throw one hell of a show
Baby, this is pop from hell