James Dean Lyrics

I've been trying to sleep

But my eyelids are made of plastic

And they just won't shut

And I just want to rest

But these suits want my cadaver dancing

To eke out a buck

And it's so obscene

The way they twist, and play

And shape me in plasticine

James Dean

I guess I wouldn't be the first

To be dug up for the crowd

Raise me

What would Lazarus be worth

If he had stayed in the ground?

If my life ends up being worthless

I'm thinking in my death

Maybe I'll have a purpose

But they'd still whore me out

For a dime in their purses

Pretending like my stress and regrets

Even matter to them, saying

"Dust can't do a scene

And skeletons can't sing

James Dean

All these cameras, and all these lights

And all this press, so conspired

Raise me

Make it look like I'm alive

But the truth is, I'm so

Tired

I've had enough

Of living as photographs

And voodoo dolls

It's too much

Let me sleep

Let me sleep

Let me sleep

Let me sleep