Ceschi - Fallen Famous lyrics

When something beautiful dies
People turn sideways their eyes

One round of applause for
The dollar bill doldrums
Two for the bankrupt distributors
Three for the folding indies
Four for the fallen famous
Five for the lack of support
Six for the millions of kids
Who missed the mid nineties
Seven for the rappers telling
Me "rap is dead" selling out
In their petticoats with their petty drama
Bourgeois fear
From the rebels who once screamed in our ears
About money and guns about politics
Wonder where they'll go?
Will they ever try to
Dig themselves right out
Of the comfort of their own homes?
When a life implodes fragments flow
Deep into the black into the forgotten
Swallowed whole in a landslide of kudos that
Turned to - who knows? What a shame
To be taken right into the grave
By the devil and his henchmen
The same ones that took his pension
And left him in a grave defenseless
Not to mention no attention to the messes
Just a box-set
Sitting next to a Smith and Wesson
Fingerprints still lingering on trigger metal
Heavy metal on a record spinning
"It's the end of your era I tell you!"
His publicist screams
On a warped tape answering machine
From the eighty's silver lining never came
The defining moments fade with radio play
Put away any stray
Bullet in your brain
Get it ready for that long play

When something beautiful dies
People turn sideways their eyes
When something beautiful dies
People turn sideways their eyes
When something beautiful dies
People turn sideways their eyes
When something beautiful dies
A cry is raised to the skies

Every day something beautiful dies
And nobody cries for the swatted flies
Because they lingered around insignificant
Living just distant of people's eyes
Disgusting Vultures
Circling around the bodies of
My fallen heroes
Making jigsaw puzzles out of bones
While lilacs limp from the
Stench as flesh erodes
No need to worry about packing bags Julius
Maggots don't care if you're dressed
Your mother's gone and the suit don't fit
A 9 millimeter's gonna be your last kiss
And no one's gonna be there when
You take a final breath
And even though you want to
Be remembered as an übermensch it's less
It's less than ashes in the sea
It's less than a fresh coat of makeup on your
Gray face at a wake with a catholic priest
It's less than heaven less than irrelevant
Less than the most negative segment
That you could even conjure up
In your vast imagination it's tasteless
It's dirt it's rotting organs
It's worms
And the perfect sounds are drowned
Out by the ground now
By the cries of the few and far between
By the record labels that
Are capitalizing on dreams
And they'll repackage you as deluxe
And they'll romanticize your death grunts
But the dust on the dollar
Bin gatefold sleeve just
Screams that nobody gave a fuck

People turn sideways their eyes
When something beautiful dies
People turn sideways their eyes
When something beautiful dies
A cry is raised to the skies