You started out that way
You'd do anything to stay
And keep your money boys
Made of silver and goldAnd keep your pekinese,
Turkish cigarettes
And your lighter that looks like a gun
So you marry your daddyWith a different name
That's sex and dying in high societySex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high societyThat 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 nightThat one's just got to go
Every time you look at him
You could almost fall asleep
And there's a masturbatingGetting underneath your belt
That's sex and dying in high societySex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high societyAnd now you tell the maid
To burn you on your virgin back
With a curling iron
Hotter than hotYou say it's good enough
You say it's good enough
You say it's good enough
You say your pain is betterThan any kind of love
That's sex and dying in high societySex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Sex and dying in high society
Songwriters
EXENE CERVENKA, JOHN DOEPublished by
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