Marc Almond Lyrics

Album: Fantastic Star

The Idol Lyrics

Hail Hail the Idol

Hail Hail the Idol

Idol be bad

Idol be wild

Martyr your heart

Father a love child

We need all your kinks

And your dark attitude

We live on your sins

And your volatile moods

We love you, we love you

We love you, we love you

You're a pop up poster of a teenage dream

We love you, we love you

We love you, we love you

A fur inferno on a twisted scene

Go for the gold

Never grow old

In the bed or the car

It's the end of the star

Burn yourself out

Do yourself in

Don't try to mend

All gods fall in the end

Hail Hail the Idol

Hail Hail the Idol

We loved you in black

We adored you in pink

Up in the dock

Or drowned in the drink

Wrapped up in foil

Anointed in oil

We love you, we love you

We love you, we love you

Rip out your soul as you're playing the role

We love you, we love you

We love you, we love you

Nail up your hands to fulfil our demands

Go for the gold

Never grow old

In the bed or the car

It's the end of the star

Burn yourself out

Do yourself in

Don't try to mend

All gods fall in the end

Sweet crucifixion

We hate you, we hate you

We hate you, we hate you

Watch them turn cold as you start to grow old

We hate you, we hate you

We hate you, we hate you

Vinyl to burn as the crowd starts to turn

Go for the gold

Never grow old

In the bed or the car

It's the end of the star

Burn yourself out

Do yourself in

Don't try to mend

All gods fall in the end

Be what you are

In the bed or the car

In the bath or the bar

It's the end of the star

Burn yourself out

Do yourself in

Don't try to mend

All gods fall in the end

Fail Fail the Idol

Fail Fail the Idol

Fail Fail the Idol

Fail Fail the Idol

All gods fall in the end

Valentino the sheik was the God of them all

But his macho was dented and he took a fall

Garland sang tragedy touching our hearts

But her life was a tragedy more than her art

Fabian and Avalon gold lamed and cute

Kissed fickle fame and went straight down the chute

Elvis the cat loved us tender with youth

But what we were seeing was never the truth

Just wanted to sing but fame made its demands

And died while still young trying to please all his fans

James was a rebel that stood for an age

A drink and a drive and then death took the stage

Poor Billie Holliday paid all her dues

When her close friend the needle gave her the blues

Janis at night cruised for boys on the strip

But death by the bottle is what made her hip

Marylin's beauty showed age every day

But her sinister end helped her keep age away

We love you, we love you

We love you, we love you

We love you, we love you

We love you, we love you

Brian Jones had an aura that Mick soon would crave

But pills and a pool set the scene for the grave

Jim lived his life to put edge to his songs

But he died in the bath to reach where he belongs

Jimi played notes that were all heaven-sent

But the drink and the drugs made sure that's where he went

Osmond and Cassidy records all gold

But they made the mistake of growing too old

Bolan got fat was not pleasant to see

But we loved him again when he met with a tree

Kurt was unhappy with fame and success

A gun in the mouth and one hell of a mess

And who will be next on the big cross of fame?

A white sequinned glove and a big famous name?

We hate you, we hate you

We hate you, we hate you

We hate you, we hate you

We hate you, we hate you