Sleeping Our Way to the Top - The Stiletto Formal, Murs

You came to this city to make it big time

Talented and pretty hold a sick rhyme

Oh, so determined could see it in your eyes

You would stand strong never compromise

But it took so long you didn’t realize

When the purest song became the truest lie

You got a manager and then you met work

You took the criticism from all the experts

You doing porn now

Stilettos worn down

Only fifty bucks to get you to perform now

He got you in the car 'cause he said he liked blonds

And then he got you home

Said put this wig on

Wearing strap-ons wasn’t in the plans

You wanted money so you listened to the man

What is now corrupted was once beautiful

Welcome to the industry

This is what they do and he said

Put your face down

And your ass up

Tuck your free mind

Into these handcuffs

Cover up the flaws

In between the sheets

You sold out now

How can you sleep

Syntax their abstract statements

Idea roles and product placement

Don’t try to distort your melody

It may get redundant once again

Textiles direct the motion

A demanded expiration

They’ve got you in their bed

With no room for fucking you one said

Pretty prom queen pastel face paint

Posing for the pictures but the pout won’t placate

Princess posture attempt to look proper

Primp and you preen but real poets never prosper

Poseurs get praised pop-art parades

You must pay the pig for your song to get played

A pussy as the price by the end of the night

But some of us work for love til the moment is right

So we spike the punch and mock all the popular

Outsiders looking in jovial and jockular

But on the inside we wanna be crowned

You hold your worries up to be beat down

Either way you ending up on your knees

Suck the spotlight til your gods are appeased

So do you stand up or do stay down

It seems the whole worlds going both ways now

Put your face down

And your ass up

Tuck your free mind

Into these handcuffs

Cover up your flaws

In between the sheets

You sold out now

How can you sleep

Syntax their abstract statements

Idea roles and product placement

Don’t try to distort your melody

It may get redundant once again

Textiles direct the motion

A demanded expiration

They’ve got you in their bed

With no room for fucking you one said

Go replicate in monotone

You can tell you are the girl tonight

Go replicate in monotone

You know they’ve got no room