Of Woe and Tragedy

[up_town_gurlie]

Drama, drama!
O Mister Director.

Come on, come on.
You know you gotta try hard
if you wanna, wanna
hit that cash flow right.

Come on, come on.
Ya gotta make us cry.

Runnin' and gunnin' for
your reason to be.
Yearnin' for belonging
yet you behave so angrily.
Self-destructive sociopath.
If it's attention you want,
it's attention you'll get
when it's interest best set
for all to see.

Sticky hands. Itchy feet.
Turn it up now. Can you feel the heat?
Feel that heat, feel that heat.
It's a rhythm you just can't beat.

Hey, what's on fire?
O, it's just desire.
See? No tears, just sweat.
Swoon everyone you've ever met.
Tough stuff lusting with the degrees
of a thousand suns.

Cue instantaneous gratification
to satiate your golden appetite.
And you wonder why you haven't
found anything to make right
your indiscretions? Hah, hah.
You're stupid. Cupid
can't bring you luck
anymore than he can bring you pleasure.

So over sensualize
your confidence. Turn it into jadism.
Trust me, on my two pence, when
I say it'll make for better effect
for when you finally fall.

Drama, drama!
O Mister Director.

Come on, come on.
You know you gotta try hard
if you wanna, wanna
hit that cash flow right.

Come on, come on.
Ya gotta make us cry.