I Was a Celibate Celebrity

I was born in the city of Neon Angels and dreams for days

To many, this is where the world focuses all their attention

Where true art is made day in and day out

High class shit

Shit for the people

But it's all a lie

This city is, very simply, the place where dreams go to die

Taking dreamers with it

Like some kind of fucked up graveyard

With a bright sign that never changes

"Spaces Available"

Why people still flock here is beyond me

This city is as depraved as it is a saving grace

If sex sells, then we must be rich

This city is the place where hope is demolished

To build another fucking strip mall