You're Gonna be a Star

'Lights go down and suddenly
Do the line you need to find your feet.
And they're calling out your name to the beat.
And they said you'd come to nothing...

Lip injections and you're pouting harder, you're gonna need;
Sunny weather so you'll tan like leather, you're gonna need;
Plastic breasts 'cause you're gonna be a star.

I'm wrong, you'll never be. You promote and fight and referee.
Left your conscience lying at the back row's feet.
And you’re working you’re way up on your knees
Fat cat’s got your tongue...

Lip injections and you're pouting harder, you're gonna need;
Sunny weather so you'll tan like leather, you're gonna need;
Plastic breasts 'cause you're gonna be a star.

Lights go down and suddenly
Do the lines you need to find your feet.
And they're calling out your name to the beat...

Lip injections and you're pouting harder, you're gonna need;
Sunny weather so you'll tan like leather, you're gonna need;
Plastic breasts 'cause you gotta be
Fuller chested, you gotta be
Longer legged, you gotta be
Brain dissected, you’re gonna be a star.'

From our debut album 'Living Receiver' (2009), available now on:
The Sunpilots store: goo.gl/2P0Mla
iTunes: goo.gl/bAIGc5
Amazon MP3: goo.gl/7grJav

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