Song Description
About celebraties and how they spek out incorrectly.
Song Length |
4:14 |
Genre |
Rock - Alternative |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Annoyed, Glad |
Subject |
Madly In Love, Hell |
Similar Artists |
Foo Fighters, The Spin Doctors |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Celebrities
VERSE 1
Well here's the way I think about it - maybe you can the flaws
You're takin' your celebrity and fighting against the cause
You bark out order like you're in charge, but it's them to thank for you living large
Even though I like your movies and your songs all sell
You can keep your unqualified comments to yourselves.
Don't let anyone tell you there's a place for complacency.
CHORUS
Thanks god for regular types, but not celebrities.
The ones that risk their lives are the real celebrities
I'll take the ordinary folks every time.
VERSE 2
Now we see the real you, and understand what your writers do.
Definitely give peace a chance, but 9-11 says take a stance
That free flag's flying not cause of your bravery
Don't let anyone tell you there's a place for complacency.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Dixie Chicks, well you used to be fine,
Now you are no better than Martin Sheen's lame sign
Nobody cares what state you're from, not a Pearl Jam concert, or your curriculum.
Free flag's fly not because of you.
Don't let anyone tell you there's a place for complacency.
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Freedom - I think that's worth fighting for
An once of prevention - is worth a pound of cure.
So you can take your celluloid and stick it with your hemorrhoids
In fact include the stuff of yours I bought if it'll fit in there.
Don't let anyone tell you there's a place for complacency.
CHORUS
VERSE 4
Mellencamp, now you're on of them.
Your new song blows like Beasty Boys and REM
Then there's France: an old artistic superstar
With their hands, in the cookie jar
No body cares about the way you vote, it's a business decision for the status quo.
The free world's growing thanks to the rest of us.
Don't be surprised if the criminals hide as another one bites the dust.
CHORUS
(c) A. Talbott 2003 acscom@sprynet.com