Fallen From Grace Songtext
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Fallen From Grace Songtext
Back in the 80′s
You ruled supreme
A one-hit wonder
That fuelled a scene
Once a style leader
Expensive deal
You shocked a nation
In your fright mask and heels
In your West-end bedsit
Watching stars on the wane
Drinking no-brand vodka
Like those heady days of fame
Your sycophantic fans
Joining in for the kill
Whatever your desire
They'll just do it for the thrill (for the thrill)
A reputation that preceeds you
Your legend fallen from grace
And all the time that I invested
Just thrown back in my face
(Fallen from grace)
Your legend fallen from grace (fallen from grace)
My instincts duly attested (fallen from grace)
You were such a waste of space (fallen from grace)
Lacking in niceties
Rattled my cage
Has-been facing hunger
Withdrawals from stage
But it′s your choice
To vent your rage
I'm left without a voice
So putting pen to the page
I feed your just deserts
It's a dish I′m serving late
Leaving your bad karma
To the ready hands of fate
A flash in the pan
Who tested my goodwill
I′m ready for my close-up
Shoot it up Mr. Demille (Mr. Demille)
A reputation that preceeds you
Your legend fallen from grace
And all the time that I invested
Just thrown back in my face
Your legend fallen from grace
Your legend fallen from grace
Your legend fallen from grace
Your legend fallen from grace
You ruled supreme
A one-hit wonder
That fuelled a scene
Once a style leader
Expensive deal
You shocked a nation
In your fright mask and heels
In your West-end bedsit
Watching stars on the wane
Drinking no-brand vodka
Like those heady days of fame
Your sycophantic fans
Joining in for the kill
Whatever your desire
They'll just do it for the thrill (for the thrill)
A reputation that preceeds you
Your legend fallen from grace
And all the time that I invested
Just thrown back in my face
(Fallen from grace)
Your legend fallen from grace (fallen from grace)
My instincts duly attested (fallen from grace)
You were such a waste of space (fallen from grace)
Lacking in niceties
Rattled my cage
Has-been facing hunger
Withdrawals from stage
But it′s your choice
To vent your rage
I'm left without a voice
So putting pen to the page
I feed your just deserts
It's a dish I′m serving late
Leaving your bad karma
To the ready hands of fate
A flash in the pan
Who tested my goodwill
I′m ready for my close-up
Shoot it up Mr. Demille (Mr. Demille)
A reputation that preceeds you
Your legend fallen from grace
And all the time that I invested
Just thrown back in my face
Your legend fallen from grace
Your legend fallen from grace
Your legend fallen from grace
Your legend fallen from grace
Writer(s): Scot Collins, Marc Massive, Oliver Frost Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com