Bring Me the Head of Andy Warhol

This is beginning to feel just like a competition
 I see you smiling at me and your front teeth are missing
 Snapshots and flashbulbs ignite along the runway
 And you freeze like a pale mannequin, I think you like what you see
 The plastic surgeons all whisper to each other and blush
 Malevolence breeds contempt into a devious crush
 Mortals threaten suicide until they forget your name
 Fifteen minutes of fame is now the name of the game
 Postmortem penetration
 Rigor mortis sets the scene
 Maggots under the microscope all writhe and squirm in vaseline
 In a city full of rats all feeding on the narcissism
 I lit the match, I lit the fire,
 That burned your Hollywood to the ground
 Burn it all down!
 IV drippin' like cocaine down the back of your throat
 Drama queen all dressed up with nowhere to go
 Street-walkin', night-stalkin' cold-blooded killer
 There's a murder in the rue morgue a polkadot cadaver
 Bring me the head of Andy Warhol (x2)
 Nightmares shapeshift into oblivion
 You have not even seen the last of me
 What do you want me to say?
 I wouldn't have it any other way
 One day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull
 Are you happy now?
 You're finally the talk of the town
 Searchlights in the sky
 Your flame won't turn this blood into wine
 Fashionistas are deliver the deathblow,
 Penetrate you like it's your birthday,
 Playtime for children in the graveyard
 You have not even seen the last of me
 What do you want me to say?
 I wouldn't have it any other way
 One day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull
 Cold pale Jesus, Sodom and Gomorrah
 Headless horseman, death is at your doorstep
 The best rehabs are all in California
 Junkies pushin' up daisies in the garden...
 Can you dig it?
 I've come here to eat your heart out
 Slit your throat and fuck your brains out
 Keep your voice down or you'll wake the neigh-neigh-neighbors
 Now we're starting to get somewhere
 If LSD was as popular as cocaine
 I wouldn't drive a De Lorean
 Cold pale Jesus, Sodom and Gomorrah
 Headless horseman, death is at your doorstep
 The best rehabs are all in California
 Junkies pushin' up daisies in the garden...
 Fashionistas are deliver the deathblow,
 Penetrate you like it's your birthday,
 Playtime for children in the graveyard
 What do you want me to say?
 I wouldn't have it any other way
 One day they'll find me with a candle burning inside of your skull