viernes, 1 de julio de 2011

The fear

I want to be rich and I want lots of money. I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny. I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds, I heard people die while they are trying to find them.
I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless ‘cuz everyone knows that’s 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 on to a winner.
I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore, I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore.When we think it will all become clear? ‘cuz I’m being taken over by the fear. Life’s about film stars and less about mothers, It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other. But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic and that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic.
And I am a weapon of massive consumption and its not my fault it’s how I’m program to function.
Forget about guns and forget ammunition 'cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission. Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner, now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner.

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