Original lyrics

EN

Another night of reckless thinking leads to headaches. Sleeping with the paparazzi through another earthquake. We cut the velvet rope but couldn't cut the tension "Yea, that's my friend" The name was dropped in all directions These are my friends I just met them As fleeting as flashbulbs As fast as past tense You can check your list I guarantee my name is on it Yea, they're with me The pack of wolves with gin and tonics We're breaking hearts, we're breaking necks We're broken records Beggars can't be choosers said the legend to the losers Color me the loss of patience, I'll color you the withered acquantiance Celebrities who strive to matter Respect is killed by muffled chatter And so it goes the tale of giants Pierced through the back by psuedo tyrants