Clothes, like bones lay on the floor Casualties from wars, couture Bloodshed for silk and lace Sweatshop whores without a face Champagne flows for who gets paid New York, London, let’s get laid! The suck and fuck of delusion The push and pull of illusion
What you are told to wear Will become the cross you bear
Dead souls sell broken dreams, The thread count of a million screams Cigarettes and bulimia And who spreads chlamydia? The black hole of a runway’s edge... Dead-eyed girls jump the ledge With the cold kiss of conviction And the warm touch of addiction
What you are told to wear Will become the cross you bear
Lick clean the knife in your back Gather up your coke and smack Break free, from this trap spun of silk Break free, from the fashion-tit milk
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