Death won't save the day Clutching the awareness that they never sold out Dying alone unknown You're not that kind of girl - we know When the gold-dust settles and the world will catch a sight of your nose-job squashed in the middle of a fight, you'll see that nothing's right - nothing's left but a couple of obituaries, movie rights sold, cold and hard as gold And your death won't save the day, anymore No, your death won't save the day, anymore But there you go, destroying all the overthrow has given us You fall so hard, you fall so fast Don't realize you've lost that sweet psychotic, elegiatic feel to it Lost in that confectionary chill down in your throat Downloading another record, looking for salvation while the hype keeps piling up on copycat crap - you're still my kind of girl The oysters bear their pearl when you irritate and nag You're a one-man-show in a no-man's-land and you'll keep it up till your every fan will notice nothing's right - nothing's left but a couple of obituaries, movie rights sold, cold and hard as gold Hold on to what you've got, there's nothing else out there Put your lipstick down, or someone might get hurt Slowly step away from the rock and roll cliché When the thing explodes, we want you to be safe that day, so you know that your death won't save the day, anymore But there you go, destroying all the overthrow has given us You fall so hard, you fall so fast Don't realize you've lost that sweet psychotic, elegiatic feel to it Lost in that confectionary chill down in your chill down in your chill down in your chill down in your... And your death won't save the day Death won't save the day Death won't save the day Death won't save the day