ฟังเพลงThe Last Great Star in Hollywood

I've got my same old nose and no cheekbones

I've got my stomach rolls, rather bare wardrobe

They've got seven floors, one on the East Coast

Why they grin so wide?

They've got their visions, no one knows

I think I'm on the brightside

Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time

I hope I'm on the brightside

What beauty is today is a fake from what's inside

My teeth are yellow stars, sleeping in my jaws

While the lips enlarged in a constant pout

They're the type of girls who hide their wedding rings

If it doesn't match their clothes

They've got their visions, no one knows

And why we're patient, no one knows

I think I'm on the brightside

Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time

I hope I'm on the brightside

What beauty is today, is a fake from what's inside

Learn to let go of tired skin

it's just a vex to hold me in

I ask for a closing statement

I ask for just one ware that I can put me into

Be the most ardor man machines

Under our masks, not what we seem

We must not sleep underneath the slow and steady

descend of the fools upstairs.

I think I'm on the brightside

Got my hair cut short,

I do my class report on time

I hope I'm on the brightside

What beauty is today

is a fake from what's inside

On the brightside

Got my hair cut short

I do my class report on time

I hope I'm on the brightside

What beauty is today

is a fake from what's inside

I've got my same old nose and no cheekbones

(I think I'm on the brightside)

My teeth are yellow stars, sleeping in my jaws

(I think I'm on the brightside)

They've got seven floors, one on the East Coast

(I think I'm on the brightside)

They're the type of girls who hide their wedding rings

(I think I'm on the brightside)