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Groan Ups Video (MV)




Performed By: Sadface
Language: English
Length: 4:12
Written by: James Sterry




Sadface - Groan Ups Lyrics




Plastic is all that you are
From your botoxed face to your maxed-out cards
Dredging the depths of this weight-bearing back-breaking
Scene that conceived you from defective parts
No! Don't speak of humility
Perched on your altar of discarded charms
Selling the sermons of unholy privilege
That keeps us a lifetime of labour apart

You Modern Idols
Are well-deserving of a strangulation
I'd have to set you on fire to warm to you
Too many pictures
Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture
How can we trust our eyes when
Every true man's apparel fits your thief?

Substance is all that you aren't
Think 'Fifty Shades' meets 'Atlas Shrugged'
Born for the rot of a phone-hacking tabloid
Somewhere between astrology and sports
F*ck! Award ceremonies
Elitist parades of absolute twats
Cue imitation dead princess's carcass
Pulled from the wreckage to dress the red carpet

You Modern Idols
Are well-deserving of a strangulation
I'd have to set myself on fire to warm to you
Too many pictures
Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture
How can we trust our eyes when
Every true man's apparel fits your thief?

I solemnly swear I'm down for a global purge of celebrities
I want to be the one to end the Royal Family
I solemnly swear I'm down for a global purge of celebrities
I want to be the one to end the Royal Family

You Modern Idols
Are well-deserving of a strangulation
I'd have to set you on fire to warm to you
Too many pictures
Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture
How can we trust our eyes when
Every true man's apparel fits your thief?
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Plastic is all that you are
From your botoxed face to your maxed-out cards
Dredging the depths of this weight-bearing back-breaking
Scene that conceived you from defective parts
No! Don't speak of humility
Perched on your altar of discarded charms
Selling the sermons of unholy privilege
That keeps us a lifetime of labour apart

You Modern Idols
Are well-deserving of a strangulation
I'd have to set you on fire to warm to you
Too many pictures
Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture
How can we trust our eyes when
Every true man's apparel fits your thief?

Substance is all that you aren't
Think 'Fifty Shades' meets 'Atlas Shrugged'
Born for the rot of a phone-hacking tabloid
Somewhere between astrology and sports
F*ck! Award ceremonies
Elitist parades of absolute twats
Cue imitation dead princess's carcass
Pulled from the wreckage to dress the red carpet

You Modern Idols
Are well-deserving of a strangulation
I'd have to set myself on fire to warm to you
Too many pictures
Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture
How can we trust our eyes when
Every true man's apparel fits your thief?

I solemnly swear I'm down for a global purge of celebrities
I want to be the one to end the Royal Family
I solemnly swear I'm down for a global purge of celebrities
I want to be the one to end the Royal Family

You Modern Idols
Are well-deserving of a strangulation
I'd have to set you on fire to warm to you
Too many pictures
Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture
How can we trust our eyes when
Every true man's apparel fits your thief?
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Writer: James Sterry
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