Murs - I Shot A Warhol lyrics

I shot a Warhol Dead with my pistol When the wind hit the hole In the canvas it whistled Beautiful with no frame A face with no name Gla** full of cold fame Chased it with slow pain --- Nostrils of c**aine co*ktail and k** time Scenes from a bad film Lived out in real time Who plays the hero Which one's the victim Violent and fearful They find their positions Pride and ambition, the enemies inside you Tendencies to listen, even when you're lied to Pry through the details Unmask the myth Try to impress the cast With acid trips Mash your lips against a cold hard bottle of Washed up stars and old role models She loves the sorrow So much that she swallows But talk to tomorrow Which walk will she follow Everybody needs to be appreciated Execute him for the masterpiece that he created d**h of a sales martyr Fire starter If the hate doesn't make you wanna die Try harder --- I shot a Warhol Dead with my pistol When the wind hit the hole In the canvas it whistled Beautiful with no frame A face with no name Gla** full of cold fame Chased it with slow pain No game to rise to The coke side blinds you Hope with no aim And its the fuel that you "Eye" to Steady with that rifle Pointed at your idle Open up the spot With each fallen rival This is the cycle Replace the A-list The next batch of faces Can come hate the famous Everybody thinks that what they make is golden When Lennon got shot There were thoughts of holding What'cha gonna do to impress the b**h Which slow blow gets picked When you get that itch If they notice That you're climbing to the focus Surround yourself with soldiers and like minded moments Dark sticks, in whoever heart's the biggest Eye of the beholder Is dark, cold and vicious She loves you Because she loves image Let's tear it all apart From the start to the finish --- I shot a Warhol Dead with my pistol When the wind hit the hole In the canvas it whistled Beautiful with no frame A face with no name Gla** full of cold fame Chased it with slow pain It's nothing but a slow pulse If you just stop feeling it Your friends and your folks Can't adjust to what you're dealing with Accustomed to trust Now the lust got you k**ing it Eyes wide shut Now your f**ed No healing it Travel down the barrel towards the light Once in open space it's easy to lose sight Don't look down You're bound to fall flat If you do hit the ground You're bound to bounce back The sound track She hated every single song But everybody else Seemed to wanna sing along Bring along The belief that every thing is wrong We all break down in front of God Before the break of dawn Silence Open up the eyelids To s**, d**, and violence Movies, songs, books Everything is based on it So we stay on it Got a bullet with your face on it --- I shot a Warhol Dead with my pistol When the wind hit the hole In the canvas it whistled Beautiful with no frame A face with no name Gla** full of cold fame Chased it with slow pain