Cheap Regrets - Edit

I rose a statue over cheap regrets
 I put my head into my hands
 I rose a statue for the things I said
 Tongue twisting, head into my hands
 I didn't know what a mirror was 'til I went to LA
 Jacuzzis, an uzi, and a Land Rover ride
 That's what the money's for
 Bikinis, Bellinis, and paté
 And in the country we're just burning up too
 The weakest link's just a drain on the food
 And if it's better being left on it's own
 Let's prod it like cattle
 I didn't know about glory 'til firsthand in New York
 I saw the smut and the fury and the dregs of the earth
 But let me show you what a mirror does, it's now one and the same
 A little bit of nothing, and a whole lot of fame
 Spaced out for free and made friends in the dives
 Nothing's ever the same, nothing's ever quite right
 The image is for certain, but the present always dies
 So I'm going out to make it something sacred
 I rose a statue over cheap regrets
 I put my head into my hands
 I rose a statue for the things I said
 Tongue twisting, head into my hands
 Cheap regrets
 Cheap regrets
 Cheap regrets
 My hands, my hands, my hands, my, my, my, my