I’d live in diamond mansions
If I could
I want my own private jet
I know I should
But I’ll never buy my kids
From Africa or Ukraine
And I’ll never understand this
If I lived my whole life again
I’m not gonna wake up with a dead celebrity
And I’ll never pay up To the Church of Scientology
I won’t have to face up To the cameras at the door
Pills on the floor
And I’ll suffer at the hands
Of born-agains
And get punished
By a fan with old dog breath
But then I’d never feel
The warm embrace of the pouring rain
Or carry my dog in a handbag
Cause that is patently insane
I’m not gonna wake up with a dead celebrity
And I’ll never pay up To the Church of Scientology
I won’t have to face up To the cameras at the door
Pills on the floor
I’m not gonna wake up with a dead celebrity
And I’ll never pay up To the Church of Scientology
I won’t have to face up To the cameras at the door
Pills on the floor
I’m not gonna wake up
I’m not gonna wake up
I’ll never have to face up To the cameras at the door
Pills on the floor