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Genocide lyrics (for now)
anotherjetboy
Falling down on his way down city streets
There’s some six inch heels on his fee-eet (and he don’t care about the

Pain) and I, I know you wanted more
But glamour don’t grow on tree-ee-ee-ees

And he don’t care where you got the money from
As long as he’s not the one who’s winding up with none
And you’ll believe the words who’s sentences are lies
If looks could kill it’d be genocide

Na na na nana
Na na
Na na na nana
Na na
Na na na na
Ooooo
Ooooo
Ooooo
Ooooo

Stockings ripped, whistles hit from passersby
There’s some smeared mascara on his eye (and he just walks on

by) and I, I know you wanted more
but glamour is a lie-ie-ie-ie

A baroness if the baron is a victimless cri-ime
He has a summerhouse in marrakech but only in his mind
He’ll fantasize about the life that he really lives inside
But if looks could kill it’d be genocide

Na na na nana
Na na
Na na na nana
Na na
Na na na na

And he fought tooth and nail for his life
(3 more lines here I can’t think of!)

And now

She’s under the moon
The sun’s
OoooOooo
Too soon

She’s under the moon
The sun’s
OooOooo
Too soon

(repeat)

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(The concrete runway calls to him, the fashion lights,
The bright headlights are singing him goodbye
If looks could kill it'd be genocide)

oh that's good! i just saw this!

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