Poor Brit
Mood:
amorous
Topic: News on News

I had clicked on CNN to see if they were covering LIVE Britney Spears involuntary psychiatric hospitalization (a firetruck, 2 ambulances, 3 police cruisers, one lawyer, a body guard and also a hovering police helicopter at her house plus one cousin and personal assistant fleeing the scene...someone get me a scriptwriter).....
well you never know eh? but instead they were reporting top of the hour of unconfirmed reports that eco-friendly light bulbs may be causing migraines in some people.
There you have it, I thought to my self, global warming is turning into nothing more than a big headache.
Shut it off.
But poor Brit. Photo flash light bulb popping papparazzi people from outerspace plotting the world against her in the paranormal privacy of her own palace.
NEW DSMVII classification: addicted to light bulbs flashing.
Theres a pop song is the works here but something tells me its definitely not: 'You want a Piece of Me'.
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SNAP
(slow beat with increased tempo, slow beating back rhythm)
I tried so hard to run my own life
Couldnt get ahead of victimization and strife
Backdoor blocked front path obscured no where to turn
Cant believe Im followed at every turn
Fames a flame that has me burned
Every scrap book photo album memory watercolored in blue
Im like an outsider into you
Whatchya gonna do when they come for you whatchya gonna do when they follow you whatchay gonna do when they paint your sky red say your a scene to steal but now youre a busted habit no big deal
CHORUS
Cant fall from the sky anymore
Run a thousand miles an hour no more
No more playing fame like a busted game
Askin who won when there is no score
Its all on me, cant I really see, the world I have no care
I think Im about ready to snap (leave that camera off)
Dont go so fast (before I get ready to)
SNAP
Dont be that way (snap)
Cant beat this rap (snap)
Allcamerasclickinggettingrightaddictedcantyouseethecrazysituationallthefansaroaring
withthepressleypapparazzidoingthescreamingpartysoverimalreadyleavin'
Interlude //#
I tried so hard to have my own life
Couldnt live forever on the edge of a knife
Backdoor lost front path hidden no where to run
Cant believe Im followed at every turn
Fames a flame that has me burned
All my scrap book photo album memories watercolored in hue
Im like a stranger onto you
Repeat chorus
Whatchya gonna do when they leave you for dead whatchya gonna do when trade you for broke whatchya gonna do when they paint your clouds black say your a heart to break but wait for you to snap
Im outta here (SNAP)
Aint got no room (Snap)
Hit the floor (snap)
Touch your toes (snap)
Jump for space (snap)
SNAP
Allcamerasclickinggettingthepressabussingsirensscreamingcantyouseethecrazysituationallthefansalighting
presidentialcandidatefightingwiththepressleypapparazzidoingtheschemingpartysonforgetthedreamin
SNAP
Repeat chorus
snap snap snap snap snapsnapsnapsnapsnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnpppppppppzzzzzrrrrrrtttt.
All words and lyrics © Machs Cafe 2008
Posted by mach1231
at 11:30 AM PST
Updated: Sunday, January 6, 2008 11:50 AM PST