The Idol

Hail Hail the Idol Hail Hail the Idol Idol be bad Idol be wild Martyr your heart Father a love child We need all your kinks And your dark attitude We live on your sins And your volatile moods We love you, we love you We love you, we love you You're a pop up poster of a teenage dream We love you, we love you We love you, we love you A fur inferno on a twisted scene Go for the gold Never grow old In the bed or the car It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself in Don't try to mend All gods fall in the end Hail Hail the Idol Hail Hail the Idol We loved you in black We adored you in pink Up in the dock Or drowned in the drink Wrapped up in foil Anointed in oil We love you, we love you We love you, we love you Rip out your soul as you're playing the role We love you, we love you We love you, we love you Nail up your hands to fulfil our demands Go for the gold Never grow old In the bed or the car It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself in Don't try to mend All gods fall in the end Sweet crucifixion We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you Watch them turn cold as you start to grow old We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you Vinyl to burn as the crowd starts to turn Go for the gold Never grow old In the bed or the car It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself in Don't try to mend All gods fall in the end Be what you are In the bed or the car In the bath or the bar It's the end of the star Burn yourself out Do yourself in Don't try to mend All gods fall in the end Fail Fail the Idol Fail Fail the Idol Fail Fail the Idol Fail Fail the Idol All gods fall in the end Valentino the sheik was the God of them all But his macho was dented and he took a fall Garland sang tragedy touching our hearts But her life was a tragedy more than her art Fabian and Avalon gold lamed and cute Kissed fickle fame and went straight down the chute Elvis the cat loved us tender with youth But what we were seeing was never the truth Just wanted to sing but fame made its demands And died while still young trying to please all his fans James was a rebel that stood for an age A drink and a drive and then death took the stage Poor Billie Holliday paid all her dues When her close friend the needle gave her the blues Janis at night cruised for boys on the strip But death by the bottle is what made her hip Marylin's beauty showed age every day But her sinister end helped her keep age away We love you, we love you We love you, we love you We love you, we love you We love you, we love you Brian Jones had an aura that Mick soon would crave But pills and a pool set the scene for the grave Jim lived his life to put edge to his songs But he died in the bath to reach where he belongs Jimi played notes that were all heaven-sent But the drink and the drugs made sure that's where he went Osmond and Cassidy records all gold But they made the mistake of growing too old Bolan got fat was not pleasant to see But we loved him again when he met with a tree Kurt was unhappy with fame and success A gun in the mouth and one hell of a mess And who will be next on the big cross of fame? A white sequinned glove and a big famous name? We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you We hate you, we hate you