glitter the gold, the lights the fame who is the name of the day?
you read the rags, you watch the shows you want to know the it-crowd
your always with an entourage and paparazzi follows
the publicist has planned it all of course come-late, leave-early
the gossip page was great today your friend was in a scandal
if it´s in print it must be true you live a fantasy now
your world is just a tiny box it´s filled with dolls to play with
it makes me sick to see the shit that you believe important
tune in right out beginn to know what it´s about, its not fake