Back Of a Magazine
By: The Dirty Knees
Duration
2:33
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It’s a religion, not a direction It’s here to get you, like an infection They crossed the mountain just to devour you We came from Hollywood to golden shower you Everyone wants to make the scene On the back of a magazine How’d you get so squeaky clean? On the back of a magazine uh huh On the back of a magazine They’ve found a halo that could encircle you Now the children, they start to bother you Just put your coat on, my god you’re fabulous I know a doctor, he’ll get you out of this Everyone wants to make the scene On the back of a magazine How’d you get so squeaky clean? On the back of a magazine uh huh On the back of a magazine What was beautiful has now gone rotten Are you happy with what you’ve gotten? They’ve got some pictures with all your clothes off And all the cocaine, it ate your nose off Everyone wants to make the scene On the back of a magazine How’d you get so squeaky clean? On the back of a magazine On the back of a magazine On the back of a magazine On the back of a magazine
