Oh What a Pity! - Blood On The Dance Floor

Oh, look what you become, you tragedy

Manipulate the masses, huh?

You toxic

I’ve come to spell the real tea, here’s some light for the shade

And we’re not even at the best part yet

You’re just a walking fraud, your garbage bag

How can you live with the shame?

How embarrassing

Why don’t you the tell the people the real truth?

How you’re a prostitute who sucks dick for money

Narcissistic, shallow

Rotten and you’re hollow

Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth

You love to play the victim in your own tragedy

You sick of the shame?

Oh, what a pity

Narcissistic, shallow

Rotten and you’re hollow

Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth

You love to play the victim in your own tragedy

You sick of the shame?

Oh, what a pity

Fabricate me as a villain, you’re comical

Desperately craving attention, egotistical

And you’re just like a used condom wrappered

Torn up, fucked-up, and thrown away

I wrote this song to remind myself

Show pity they’re below you, hope they get some help

Just remember through every storm

There’s always a rainbow at the end of the rain

Narcissistic, shallow

Rotten and you’re hollow

Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth

You love to play the victim in your own tragedy

You sick of the shame?

Oh, what a pity

Narcissistic, shallow

Rotten and you’re hollow

Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth

You love to play the victim in your own tragedy

You sick of the shame?

Oh, what a pity

I feel sorry for people like you

Who hold hate inside of their hearts

You know, you can’t kill my dreams

So you assassinate my character

Narcissistic, shallow

Rotten and you’re hollow

Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth

You love to play the victim in your own tragedy

You sick of the shame?

Oh, what a pity

(Hey, quit lyin', bitch!)

I feel sorry for people like you

Who hold hands inside of their hearts

You know, you can’t kill my dreams

So you, assassinate my character

Narcissistic, shallow

Rotten and you’re hollow

Head filled up with disease and you’re lying through your teeth

You love to play the victim in your own tragedy

You sick of the shame?

Oh, what a pity

I don’t give a damn

I don’t give a damn

Keep hiding in your darkness while I’m shining in my light