Fake My Own Death And Go Platinum Lyrics
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
I'd be set for life
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
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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]
