7 HOURS TO SHOW TIME

All the girls love the sound of a pistol round
And a body falling dead down the stairs.
All your friends are gone and it's all gone wrong
Those so-called friends had better beware.
It's a tap that drips and you mean to fix.
Society in need of repair.
What a way to go, nearly got Warhol
A shot in the chest for the man with 2-tone hair.

Chorus:
Oh. It's still seven hours till then
Oh no. When showtime comes again
Whoh-oh. It's like seven versus ten

All the girls better run from a freak with a gun
All the girls had better run away and hide.
Everything's gone wrong, head ticks like a bomb
Is there really something living inside?
Six shots to the brain like Pim Fortuyn
In a car park never took that last ride.
So you pace the floor, keep watching the door
And it's really really nearly showtime.

Chelsea: Got a match?
Kim: Mmm-hmm
Chelsea: It's a fabulous club
Kim: Fabulous
Chelsea: Look at all the fabulous people
Kim: Mmm-hmm
Chelsea: Wanna dance?
Kim: Dance? Yes I'd love to dance
Chelsea: Alright. Let's party a little bit
Kim: Alright

Oh no
Oh no
Whoh-oh
Warhol
Etc.

Time's in a straight line
Right through to showtime