Jesus On Extasy

Why don't you drag and drop
Instead of copy and paste?
But you put me in your dustbin
You've got nothing to waste
No I neither came to preach and nor to amuse you
I'm not the king of pop who intends to abuse you
When we get on stage I know you watch in the crowd
I know you want us silent but I shout it out loud
Assassinate me like you did with JFK
Assassinate me like you did with Johnnyboy
Assassinate me, that's the way to solve your problems
But you cannot mute the voice in your head
I know you call me bitch, just a fucking faggot
But in fact you fear the mirror which I'm holding towards your face
Get some advice from me
You're so fuckin' damn ugly
You should take all your money
Get some plastic surgery
When we get on stage I know you watch in the crowd