Fake My Own Death And Go Platinum-Psychostick

Well you see I wanna sell a million records But my music sucks So what am I to do? They say an artist is appreciated after he＇s dead I have no talent but I bet that it＇s still true! The lyrics all suck and The chords are too funky We＇re on a major label ＇Cause we＇re just plain lucky We sold 4 albums To our own mothers We have a few supporters But there aren＇t many others! [Chorus] What if I could live If they all would think I＇m dead Oh just what if I could have my Cake and eat it too I＇d be set for life No more struggles no more strife Let the money do the talking I＇m a dead man walking! [End of chorus] Kill myself And all our record sales will shoot up Like an addict Or that poser Eminem Make it mystery And let them spot me just like Elvis It wouldn＇t matter Cause I＇d still be dead to them I＇d simply sit back in A house all secluded Out in the forest Self sufficient (pool included) Let my name take the place of Fred Durst I could have it all If my label doesn＇t kill me first [Chorus]