Andy Warhol Was Right lyrics

Twisted little daydreams,

memories with pain,

locking me behind the closet door.

I will be a good boy,

promise I won't run,

sit quiet in my room

playing with my toy gun.

Now I'm older, but the memories

still eat me like disease,

alone in the darkness

watching you on my TV.

Why did God make you so famous

when he only spit on me?

I wanna bathe in your life.

I wanna be on the news.

If I take your life,

it's nothing personal,

just a boy and his toy gun

dying for attention.

Sitting on the steps,

the sun is sinking low.

The world gets very quiet

as the street lamps start to glow.

I step out and I raise my gun,

time just seems to slow.

For a moment, I can see myself

trapped in your reflection.

I'm angry and I'm lonely

and I'm dying for attention.

I wanna bathe in your life.

I wanna be on the news.

If I take your life,

it's nothing personal,

just a boy and his toy gun

dying for attention,

dying for attention.

Mama...