Текст песни Fake My Own Death And Go Platinum

Well you see

I wanna sell a million records

But my music sucks

So what am I to do?

They say an artist is appreciated after he's dead

I have no talent but

I bet that it's still true!

The lyrics all suck and

The chords are too funky

We're on a major label

'Cause we're just plain lucky

We sold 4 albums

To our own mothers

We have a few supporters

But there aren't many others!

[Chorus]

What if I could live

If they all would think I'm dead

Oh just what if I could have my

Cake and eat it too

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No more struggles no more strife

Let the money do the talking

I'm a dead man walking!

[End of chorus]

Kill myself

And all our record sales will shoot up

Like an addict

Or that poser Eminem

Make it mystery

And let them spot me just like Elvis

It wouldn't matter

Cause I'd still be dead to them

I'd simply sit back in

A house all secluded

Out in the forest

Self sufficient (pool included)

Let my name take the place of Fred Durst

I could have it all

If my label doesn't kill me first

[Chorus]