Marc Almond - The Idol Lyrics
Hail hail the idolHail hail the idolIdol be badIdol be wildMartyr your heartFather a love childWe need all your kinksAnd your dark attitudeWe live on your sinsAnd your volatile moodsWe love you, we love youWe love you, we love youYoure a pop up poster of a teenage dreamWe love you, we love youWe love you, we love youA fur inferno on a twisted sceneGo for the goldNever grow oldIn the bed or the carIts the end of the starBurn yourself outDo yourself inDont try to mendAll gods fall in the endHail hail the idolHail hail the idolWe loved you in blackWe adored you in pinkUp in the dockOr drowned in the drinkWrapped up in foilAnointed in oilWe love you, we love youWe love you, we love youRip out your soul as youre playing the roleWe love you, we love youWe love you, we love youNail up your hands to fulfil our demandsGo for the goldNever grow oldIn the bed or the carIts the end of the starBurn yourself outDo yourself inDont try to mendAll gods fall in the endSweet crucifixionWe hate you, we hate youWe hate you, we hate youWatch them turn cold as you start to grow oldWe hate you, we hate youWe hate you, we hate youVinyl to burn as the crowd starts to turnGo for the goldNever grow oldIn the bed or the carIts the end of the starBurn yourself outDo yourself inDont try to mendAll gods fall in the endBe what you areIn the bed or the carIn the bath or the barIts the end of the starBurn yourself outDo yourself inDont try to mendAll gods fall in the endFail fail the idolFail fail the idolFail fail the idolFail fail the idolAll gods fall in the endValentino the sheik was the God of them allBut his macho was dented and he took a fallGarland sang tragedy touching our heartsBut her life was a tragedy more than her artFabian and avalon gold lamed and cuteKissed fickle fame and went straight down the chuteElvis the cat loved us tender with youthBut what we were seeing was never the truthJust wanted to sing but fame made its demandsAnd died while still young trying to please all his fansJames was a rebel that stood for an ageA drink and a drive and then death took the stagePoor billie holliday paid all her duesWhen her close friend the needle gave her the bluesJanis at night cruised for boys on the stripBut death by the bottle is what made her hipMarylins beauty showed age every dayBut her sinister end helped her keep age awayWe love you, we love youWe love you, we love youWe love you, we love youWe love you, we love youBrian jones had an aura that mick soon would craveBut pills and a pool set the scene for the graveJim lived his life to put edge to his songsBut he died in the bath to reach where he belongsJimi played notes that were all heaven-sentBut the drink and the drugs made sure thats where he wentOsmond and cassidy records all goldBut they made the mistake of growing too oldBolan got fat was not pleasant to seeBut we loved him again when he met with a treeKurt was unhappy with fame and successA gun in the mouth and one hell of a messAnd who will be next on the big cross of fame?A white sequinned glove and a big famous name?We hate you, we hate youWe hate you, we hate youWe hate you, we hate youWe hate you, we hate you
