Lyrics
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.
