Saint Judy, she's staggering across the floor
Saint Judy, behaving like a [bad word] Saint Judy, she's giving it all the tears
She tears her dress, looks a mess
Well I've wanted to do it for years…
Well, I had a dream, more a fantasy
Kip Noll, John Holmes and me
All in bed we were going O.T.T.
What a sight to see…
Well a diva a day keeps the boredom away
I love 'em when they throw up their arms
And they bathe in that applause
Shouting screaming singing stamping
Slamming hotel doors
Champagne chilled and the pills well spilled
All wide eyes and overkill
Minks the drinks the curves the kinks
Always acts before she thinks
Well that's what you call a star boys
That's what you call a star
Too many of my skeletons in other people's closets
Too many people taking without leaving deposits
Too many people bringing me down, bringing me down
Well they may find me on a hotel floor
High heels in a pool of gore
Curtains closed and a bolted door breaking every law
And if I die before I wake up
I pray the Lord don't smudge my make-up
The dress will be fine when the hem I take up
The dress will be just fine…
Sometimes I feel like a moral-less child
Sometimes I feel that I've gone too wild
Spilled my guts done myself in
Died for a multitude of sins
It feels good to die for your sins
It feels so good, so good boys
Well, let's all put on our sequined dresses
And end it all in tears
Let’s all holler and beat our [bad word] Ending it all in tears
Christ I've wanted to do this for years
Saint Judy, what are we going to wear?
Saint Judy, our souls we're gonna bear
Saint Judy, she's squeezing out those tears
She tears her dress, looks a mess
Well, I've wanted to do this for years…