Espen Lind

Just roll the soundtrack


Let the lights dim down to blue


They've dressed their voodoo dolls


And named them after you



Burn your every bridge


Sever all your ties


Give confessions where


You serve them all your lies


Does it get you high


Does it make you whole


Does it get you by


As you play your role



You make me so hard


Because you're a star


You dress like the devil


Then you sing like a god


They love when you smile


You rock n' roll child


Baby this is Pop From Hell



You wear your knee pads


And your finest little dress


When uncle Devil comes


Disguised as great success



Jesus was a saint


You the biggest fan


Bet his money on


The horse that bit his hand


Don your finest shirt


Rip yourself apart


Wallow in the dirt


Baby that's your art



You make me so hard


Because you're a star


You dress like your sister


And they label it art


They got you on tape


So you can't escape


Baby this is Pop From Hell



You're in too deep


Your life will make you weep


When you see the battle isn't won


It's only just begun



You make me so hard


Because you're a star


And I just don't believe you don't like what


you've got


They know how to throw


One hell of a show


Baby this is Pop From Hell