Chalk one up for charity and strike
Another pose your mind is more closed than you think it's a
Shame god only know for certain that your contemplating
Looking good with a drink in your hand and frown on your
Face but you're talking when you should be listening to your
Three bux worth of writing space this is the act you act act like
You holding something facades are fake as facts are facts I
Know you're holding nothing whoa oh oh now I'm drowning in
A shallow see of socially elite where the band becomes the
Background music for a show that becomes the place to be
And you'll bitch that we don't know no better we're wrong and
You're right we're lost and you're saved but your painted
Image and your selfish motives aren't worth your futile
Attempt to educate I guess they're easily replaced the holes
You've got inside your heart with your fashion edifice you've
Got an in you've got a look you've got a head trip though
What's the signal to noise ratio for this fashion show in stereo.