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V in the Sky With Diamonds LyricsThe woman over there, I can promise, wants revenge
The man, that’s you, claims he can’t get head
The airwaves are frothin’ over with maddening bullshit
What is it you fear? What keeps God dead?

V is in the sky with diamonds
And she’s been askin’ you questions
(You’re dead, you’re so dead)
All I want to do is party with my lazy hazies
Yeah

Cobalt’s blue, crimson said
You’s a sad little fuck-toy, aren’t you red?
Strangers in the hotel, come grab Dad
He’s drunk, he’s keeled over
He’s a tightenin’ ship

Daddy, dеar, don’t be scared of vendеttas
You like the taste of sprite, don’t you dear?
Daddy, dear, don’t be frightened of vanilla
You like the taste of sprite, don’t you fear

Manhattan gaslit and gatekept Jesus
All of New York could go back to Woodstock, please
Manhattan is gaslit by money and status
What is it you want? Why do you want to breathe?

V is in the sky with diamonds
And she’s been askin’ you questions
(You’re dead, you’re so dead)
All I want to do is party with my lazy hazies
Yeah

Cobalt’s blue, crimson said
You’s a sad little fuck-toy, aren’t you red?
Strangers in the hotel, come grab Mom
She’s drunk, she’s keeled over
She’s a flounderin’ ship

Drugs, suck it up, like vanilla icies
Don’t treat me rough, treat me really niches
Decorate my neck, diamantés ices
Why? Come on, come on
I’m the new Jesus
I’m the new Jesus
I’m the new Jesus
Oh, oh-oh, yeah

Cobalt blues, crimson reds
You’s a sad little fuck-boy, who’s in your bed?
Strangers in the hotel, come grab Dad
He’s drunk, he’s keeled over
He’s a tightenin’ ship

Cobalt’s blue, crimson said
You’s a sad little fuck-boy, who’s in your bed?
Strangers in the hotel, come grab Mom
She’s drunk, she’s keeled over
She’s a flounderin’ ship

Drugs, suck it up, like vanilla icies
Don’t treat me rough, treat me really niches
Decorate my neck, diamantés ices
Why? Come on, come on
I’m the new Jesus
I’m the new Jesus

(The woman over there, I can promise, she wants you dead
The man, that’s you, you ain’t never getting ahead
The century’s done, the century’s done
The century’s on fire, humanity’s end…)