Your knees are bruised up. nYou don't even know what you're worshiping. nOutside the sun rises in the silence of another suicide scene. nThere's nothing sacred here, no,nNothing's left clean. nSay it! Say it! nI know what you're thinking now, nYou're blowing your smoke in my face,nYou just need a little taste of it. nSay it! Say it! nIt's all in the script in L.A. nI don't even know your name, nBut you want everythingnSomebody's kissing me like it means everything nAnd somewhere someone's shaking my hand in the back seat of a limousine. nNow who can I trust? nThese new friends are so dangerous.nSay it! Say it! nI know what you're thinking now, nYou're blowing your smoke in my face,nYou just need a little taste of it. nSay it! Say it! nIt's all in the script in L.A. nI don't even know your name, nBut you want everything nThey don't love you, nNever give your heart away. nThey don't love you; nThey'll just take your heart awaynName your price, nSign it away on the dotted line nAnd I'll make you famous.