I'm supposed to be thankful
Where must I start?
Well, this fashion's on fire
It sells just like art

Walking silk advertisements
I like your look
Sweet planned obsolescence
I'm on your hook

All our grit is gone
Put my lipstick on
Tie me to some shares
Go ahead and make my hair all lovely
You don't love me
Money's more than madness
Addicted to the gun

My mind is a puppet
Business the hand
In the name of high fashion
We'll burn all your land
It's known as a virtue
Don't misunderstand
If not self-expression
For what does it stand?

~~~♫♫♫~~~

All our grit is gone
Put my lipstick on
Tie me to some shares
Go ahead and make my hair all lovely
You don't love me
Money's more than madness
Addicted to the gun