Sex And Dying In High Society Lyrics - Los Angeles - X

You started out that way 

You'd do anything to stay 

And keep your money boys 

Made of silver and gold 

And keep your pekinese, 

Turkish cigarettes 

And your lighter that looks like a gun 

So you marry your daddy 

With a different name 

That's sex and dying in high society 

Sex and dying in high society 

Sex and dying in high society 

Sex and dying in high society 

That pretty man of yours 

The one hiding inside the director's clothes 

The one who calls you dear 

After banging away at you in the night 

That one's just got to go 

Every time you look at him 

You could almost fall asleep 

And there's a masturbating 

Getting underneath your belt 

That's sex and dying in high society 

Sex and dying in high society 

Sex and dying in high society 

Sex and dying in high society 

And now you tell the maid 

To burn you on your virgin back 

With a curling iron 

Hotter than hot 

You say it's good enough 

You say it's good enough 

You say it's good enough 

You say your pain is better 

Than any kind of love 

That's sex and dying in high society 

Sex and dying in high society 

Sex and dying in high society 

Sex and dying in high society