Marc Almond - The Idol (Idolised) 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 youYou're 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 carIt's the end of the starBurn yourself outDo yourself inDon't 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 you're 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 carIt's the end of the starBurn yourself outDo yourself inDon't 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 carIt's the end of the starBurn yourself outDo yourself inDon't try to mendAll gods fall in the endBe what you areIn the bed or the carIn the bath or the barIt's the end of the star-a
