A sick nation
Starvation (I guess that's what's in fashion)
A bait & switch and guess who's gonna cash in?
They wrapped it in cellophane and found a way to sell it
We're standing knee deep in shit
Can't you smell it?
We'll disappear without a trace if we don't spit it right back in their fucking face
We'll die for that look
We'll cut ourselves up for that look
Self-esteem built on surgery and diet books
Fuck you
We're not buying what you're selling