May 07, 2009 19:16
I wanna be rich and I want lots of money. I don't care about cleaver. I don't care about funny.
I want loads of clothes and fuck loads of diamonds, I heard people die while they're trying to find them.
And I'll take my clothes off and it will be shameless, 'cos everyone knows just how you get famous. I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror, I'm on the right track, yeah I'm onto a winner.
Life's about film stars and less about mothers, it's all about fast cars and cussing each other but it doesn't matter 'cos I'm packing plastic and that's what makes my life so fuckin' fantastic.
And I am weapon of massive consumption and it's not my fault it's how I'm programmed to function.
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore, and I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore.
When do you think it will all become clear? 'Cos I'm being taken over by fear.
Forget about guns and forget ammunition 'cos I'm killing them all on my own little mission. Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner and every thing's cool as long as I'm getting thinner.