Lyrics

Ghandi is a goner
And Lennon left with Lincoln
We all will dine with Donner
To see what Dimebag was thinking
Here is a last look for Sam Cooke
Midnight oil burning Bad Books
Cobain is a debate
Waiting For Selena, Jay and Tate

Shoot a rising star
To find out who you are
Soon you’ll have a song
But the songbird sings it wrong
Like the lights of Tinseltown
We all will fall down
We’ll toast the next meltdown
And we all fall down

Versace pirouettes
As Sousa marches with the vets
To bring in Buddy’s aeroplane
The user got Coltrane
What’s going on, Mr. Gaye?
Bobby K blown away
Elliot is a debate
But not Amy, Jay, or Tate

Shoot a rising star
To find out who you are
The caged bird has a song
That never plays too long
Silver screen’s a lovely view
Until your blood is blue
Soon you’ll be one too
Soon you’ll be one too


Tyson won the fight
But Makaveli said good knight
While Shakur and Scott shot to thrill
Swallowing the red pill
Until the quotas get filled
Captain Kirk’s phaser set from stun to kill

A botched attempt at Trump
Just to curb the downward slump
My friend Marie
Who slayed the Maid of Orleans?
In the land of No Kings
Here is a brand new guillotine
Won’t you sign my guillotine?
A message from Ed Teach
At least Teddy finished his speech
Fight on you little beach
Spit out the rot, impeach

Shoot out the Blackstar
To find your own black car
Once more from Davy Jones
Rattle these poor bones
The Duke is looking thin
Celebrity white skin
Calling Mr. Quinn
Roll the credits, Fin.