I Shot a Warhol-Felt

[ti:I Shot a Warhol] [ar:Felt] [al:Felt 2 A Tribute To Lisa Bonet] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.62]I shot a Warhol [00:01.57]Dead with my pistol [00:02.65]When the wind hit the hole [00:03.87]In the canvas it whistled [00:05.53]Beautiful with no frame [00:06.79]A face with no name [00:08.04]Glass full of cold fame [00:09.38]Chased it with slow pain [00:10.87]Nostrils of cocaine [00:11.75]Cocktail and kill time [00:13.21]Scenes from a bad film [00:14.54]Lived out in real time [00:15.82]Who plays the hero [00:16.90]Which one's the victim [00:18.40]Violent and fearful [00:19.63]They find their positions [00:20.43]Pride and ambition [00:22.17]The enemies inside you [00:23.51]Tendencies to listen [00:24.77]Even when you're lied to [00:26.07]Pry through the details [00:27.07]Unmask the myth [00:28.64]Try to impress the cast [00:30.00]With acid trips [00:31.33]Mash your lips against a cold hard bottle of [00:33.82]Washed up stars and old role models [00:36.43]She loves the sorrow [00:37.59]So much that she swallows [00:38.93]But talk to tomorrow [00:39.73]Which walk will she follow [00:41.54] [00:42.62]Everybody needs to be appreciated [00:44.12]Execute him for the masterpiece that he created [00:46.84]Death of a sales martyr [00:48.06]Fire starter [00:49.23]If the hate doesn't make you wanna die [00:51.10]Try harder [00:51.72] [00:52.75]I shot a Warhol [00:53.48]Dead with my pistol [00:54.44]When the wind hit the hole [00:55.71]In the canvas it whistled [00:57.09]Beautiful with no frame [00:58.37]A face with no name [00:59.62]Glass full of cold fame [01:00.94]Chased it with slow pain [01:02.36]No game to rise to [01:03.69]The coke side blinds you [01:04.84]Hope with no aim [01:05.99]And its the fuel that you "Eye" to [01:07.55]Steady with that rifle [01:08.54]Pointed at your idle [01:09.87]Open up the spot [01:11.11]With each fallen rival [01:12.77]This is the cycle [01:13.81]Replace the A-list [01:14.45]The next batch of faces [01:16.35]Can come hate the famous [01:17.86]Everybody thinks that what they make is golden [01:20.26]When Lennon got shot [01:21.38]There were thoughts of holding [01:22.99] [01:23.96]What'cha gonna do to impress the bitch [01:25.82]Which slow blow gets picked [01:27.06]When you get that itch [01:28.51]If they notice [01:29.19]That you're climbing to the focus [01:30.73]Surround yourself with soldiers [01:31.85]And like minded moments [01:33.07] [01:33.73]Dark sticks in whoever heart's the biggest [01:35.87]Eye of the beholder [01:36.97]Is dark cold and vicious [01:38.33] [01:38.92]She loves you [01:39.65]Because she loves image [01:40.99]Let's tear it all apart [01:42.15]From the start to the finish [01:43.86]I shot a Warhol [01:44.82]Dead with my pistol [01:46.19]When the wind hit the hole [01:47.49]In the canvas it whistled [01:48.65]Beautiful with no frame [01:49.77]A face with no name [01:51.53]Glass full of cold fame [01:52.67]Chased it with slow pain [01:54.19]It's nothing but a slow pulse [01:55.61]If you just stop feeling it [01:56.76]Your friends and your folks [01:57.65]Can't adjust to what you're dealing with [01:59.09]Accustomed to trust [01:59.86]Now the lust got you killing it [02:01.51]Eyes wide shut [02:02.72]Now your f**ked [02:03.71]No healing it [02:04.45] [02:05.09]Travel down the barrel towards the light [02:06.87]Once in open space [02:07.80]It's easy to lose sight [02:09.33]Don't look down [02:10.20]You're bound to fall flat [02:11.73]If you do hit the ground [02:12.88]You're bound to bounce back [02:14.70]The sound track [02:15.80]She hated every single song [02:17.35]But everybody else [02:18.32]Seemed to wanna sing along [02:19.60] [02:20.15]Bring along [02:20.69]The belief that every thing is wrong [02:22.24]We all break down in front of God [02:23.82]Before the break of dawn [02:24.84] [02:26.89]Silence [02:27.74]Open up the eyelids [02:28.58]To sex drugs and violence [02:30.30]Movies songs books [02:31.41]Everything is based on it [02:32.48]So we stay on it [02:33.67]Got a bullet with your face on it [02:35.70]I shot a Warhol [02:36.71]Dead with my pistol [02:37.68]When the wind hit the hole [02:38.92]In the canvas it whistled [02:40.41]Beautiful with no frame [02:41.52]A face with no name [02:43.07]Glass full of cold fame [02:43.96]Chased it with slow pain