Make The News

Make The News - Roe Kapara

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If I blew my brains out, momma, I wouldn't make the news

Because I'm not famous, I'm not pretty

So no one cares, it's true

And I (and I, and I, and I, and I) wish that I was rich

So I could finally be somebody they missed

I turned all my TVs on, let the lights dance on my skin

I sent my last lasso there, but you know how I forgot

My lover is standing in the kitchen with her friends

She says, "Stop complaining, you know I hate when you're like this"

If I blew my brains out, momma, I would've gone too soon