(whores)
voices raising and falling
prayers of sycophants
dusting deaf ears
as we beg forgiveness
from a drug addled god
we promise to pay it back
then forget the moment there's cash
we're the whores of industry
buying into whatever MTV's selling
when's original thought
actually going to be original
there are no new outrages
for us to grieve against
war, famine, racial tension
it was always someone else's cause
we're a pretty little mock up
an upgrade, a version 2.0
recycled plastics from our mother's dolls
we're the self-contained generation
wanting to scream and be fruitlessly frustrated
but so inner-enlightened we live in darkness
punk's dead, a re-animated corpse
alternative's lost, the same three guitar chords
rap's nothing but one big throb
making love's almost loveless
as the seventeen-year-old's toddler screams
we may not sell our bodies
but we sell ourselves
so we're the bigger whores
prayers of sycophants
dusting deaf ears
as we beg forgiveness
from a drug addled god
we promise to pay it back
then forget the moment there's cash
we're the whores of industry
buying into whatever MTV's selling
when's original thought
actually going to be original
there are no new outrages
for us to grieve against
war, famine, racial tension
it was always someone else's cause
we're a pretty little mock up
an upgrade, a version 2.0
recycled plastics from our mother's dolls
we're the self-contained generation
wanting to scream and be fruitlessly frustrated
but so inner-enlightened we live in darkness
punk's dead, a re-animated corpse
alternative's lost, the same three guitar chords
rap's nothing but one big throb
making love's almost loveless
as the seventeen-year-old's toddler screams
we may not sell our bodies
but we sell ourselves
so we're the bigger whores