The Lonesome Death of The Society Pages A Long-form Joke in Very Bad Taste by The Society Pages Lyrics
Last year’s got us all so terrified
We’re starting to grieve for celebrities while they’re still alive
At least this way some folks might get to see
The measure of their influence by the general public’s grief
Gives me a dastardly idea
For a fantastic marketing plan
Whereby the troubled young lead singer of some little known folk band
Will take his too short life by his own hand
First we’ll sеt him up with expensive stylists
Who’ll givе him clothes that could look like he’s covering up his wrists
We’ll find him a producer who can write some hooks
That’ll complement that tragic balladeer kind of look
The only tough part of this scheme
Is to make sure the kid believes
That the tragedies we’ve written him are actually his own
So that we might find him hanging by his throat
I know it’s monstrous of me to be playing with
The lifelong hopes and dreams of the young and talented
But everyone knows engagement numbers hit their peak, when you see the same obituary read out on
The news for a whole week
There ain’t too many shortcuts to get famous, kid
You should be thankful I discovered this one when I did
The others in my office won’t believe
That I managed to pull all this off without being seen
Seems you’re a hit, but not on your own merits
And in five minutes some other song will be playing
And most people miss what the radio hosts are saying
When they give the artist’s name
But I hope you’ll take some solace from beyond the grave
When you get to see how many of the end of year lists you’ve made
It’s so tough these days, to build up such a big fan base
Oh I wish you could have lived to enjoy your fame
There are teenage kids with tattoos of your name
We’re starting to grieve for celebrities while they’re still alive
At least this way some folks might get to see
The measure of their influence by the general public’s grief
Gives me a dastardly idea
For a fantastic marketing plan
Whereby the troubled young lead singer of some little known folk band
Will take his too short life by his own hand
First we’ll sеt him up with expensive stylists
Who’ll givе him clothes that could look like he’s covering up his wrists
We’ll find him a producer who can write some hooks
That’ll complement that tragic balladeer kind of look
The only tough part of this scheme
Is to make sure the kid believes
That the tragedies we’ve written him are actually his own
So that we might find him hanging by his throat
I know it’s monstrous of me to be playing with
The lifelong hopes and dreams of the young and talented
But everyone knows engagement numbers hit their peak, when you see the same obituary read out on
The news for a whole week
There ain’t too many shortcuts to get famous, kid
You should be thankful I discovered this one when I did
The others in my office won’t believe
That I managed to pull all this off without being seen
Seems you’re a hit, but not on your own merits
And in five minutes some other song will be playing
And most people miss what the radio hosts are saying
When they give the artist’s name
But I hope you’ll take some solace from beyond the grave
When you get to see how many of the end of year lists you’ve made
It’s so tough these days, to build up such a big fan base
Oh I wish you could have lived to enjoy your fame
There are teenage kids with tattoos of your name