Starfuckers!
Starfuckers!

My God sits in the back of the limousine
M-m-my God comes in a wrapper of cellophane
My God pouts on the cover of the magazines
My God's a shallow little bitch tryin' to make the scene

I have arrived and this time you should believe the hype
I listened to everyone, now I know that everyone was right
I'll be there for you as long as it works for me
I play a game, it's called insincerity

Starfuckers!
Starfuckers, Incorporated!
Starfuckers!

I am every fucki-ng and just a little more
I-I-I sold my soul but don't you dare call me a whore
And when I suck you off not a drop will go to waste
It's really not so bad, ya know, once you get past the taste

Starfuckers! Starfuckers!
Starfuckers, Incorporated!
Starfuckers!
Starfuckers! Starfuckers!
Starfuckers, Incorporated!
Starfuckers!

All our pain
How did you think we'd get by without you?
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?

Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?
Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?
Don't you? Don't you? Don't you? Don't you?
Don't you? Don't you?
Starfuckers!

Starfuckers! Starfuckers!
Starfuckers, Incorporated!
Starfuckers!

Now I belong
Now I belong
Now I belong
Now I belong
Now I belon-