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God Hates Your Outfit Lyrics

LA is where stars come to die. Hold your breath - try not to lie
LA is where stars come to die. Hold your breath - try not to lie
To burn out in the blink of the public eye
Need the paparazzi to prove you're alive
You wanna do something with your life?
Drop dead... HELLO! Drop dead... GOODBYE!
Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich & you're skinny but you look like s***
You came so close you could almost taste it
But God, God, God hates your outfit
Hold your emotions under the knife
(Let's pretend, we're satisfied...)
Non-refundable and overhyped
Now you look like you feel on the inside
You wanna do something with your life?
Drop dead... HELLO! Drop dead... GOODBYE!

Hollywood knows you'll never make it
You're rich & you're skinny but you look like s***
You came so close you could almost taste it
But God, God, God hates your outfit
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