Groan Ups

Plastic is all that you are From your botoxed face to your maxed-out cards Dredging the depths of this weight-bearing back-breaking Scene that conceived you from defective parts No! Don't speak of humility Perched on your altar of discarded charms Selling the sermons of unholy privilege That keeps us a lifetime of labour apart You Modern Idols Are well-deserving of a strangulation I'd have to set you on fire to warm to you Too many pictures Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture How can we trust our eyes when Every true man's apparel fits your thief? Substance is all that you aren't Think 'Fifty Shades' meets 'Atlas Shrugged' Born for the rot of a phone-hacking tabloid Somewhere between astrology and sports F*ck! Award ceremonies Elitist parades of absolute twats Cue imitation dead princess's carcass Pulled from the wreckage to dress the red carpet You Modern Idols Are well-deserving of a strangulation I'd have to set myself on fire to warm to you Too many pictures Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture How can we trust our eyes when Every true man's apparel fits your thief? I solemnly swear I'm down for a global purge of celebrities I want to be the one to end the Royal Family I solemnly swear I'm down for a global purge of celebrities I want to be the one to end the Royal Family You Modern Idols Are well-deserving of a strangulation I'd have to set you on fire to warm to you Too many pictures Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture How can we trust our eyes when Every true man's apparel fits your thief?