Текст песни IOC (Industry of Cool)

She's got a crush on your fame I've always loved you this way Even though you break my body And you walk away You're in the Industry of Cool You always calculate your move Wearing metal thorns for a crown I'm dressed in my red gown Watching the sky draw the black curtains I'm always choking on your smoke Blowing me at anyone Yes, anyone I guess I'm running out of hope 'Cause you like to share And I just really don't, no I hate it when you're asking me How I've been getting off lately You don't own my body And you don't own me Now I'm in the Industry of Cool I calculate my every move Wearing metal thorns for a crown I'm dressed in my red gown Watching the sky draw the black curtains I'm always choking on your smoke Blowing me at anyone Yes, anyone I guess I'm running out of hope 'Cause you like to share And I just really don't, no I'm always choking on your smoke Blowing me at anyone Yes, anyone I guess I'm running out of hope Blowing me at anyone Yes, anyone