Blondie

Sick
Stomach acid spit
Hair product split
High fashion
Calling it quits
Oh they put me on the pedestal of love

High above
I will never say
I do
Never ever
Quick

Here we are land of the free
Well don't they know you bought and paid for me
Whatcha mean
Guaranteed that my left rights is human
Whatcha mean

And we bow out on the floor
And we're barely holding on
And we burn like stars in the sky
Setting our world on fire
Take them in the other room let them do what they want

Hey
I wasn't finished talking
I wasn't done running my mouth
They say beauty is a coffin
And I've just been spat out

Whatcha mean guaranteed
That my left rights is coated in green
Whatcha mean
We burn out into the morning
Hey mister, mister pay me just a little bit more