It was a night cold like the inside of his soul
And he was trying to drown that soul in alcohol
Tumbling through the sewers he calls his home
Searching for his end with a bottle in his left hand
A striped scarf tightly wrapped around his neck
And a light blue blazer to cover the rest
Eyes wide shut, no reality check
He still thinks he's among the best of the best
He used to be a god of fashion
Now he asks if he can crash in
Does he even know
That he lost it all
He used to be a god of fashion
Now he asks if he can crash in
Does he even know
That he lost it all
Cat walk, prep talk, flickering lights
The jet set lifestyle, champagne on ice
Two supermodels, right by his side
Mirror and razorblade for the birds of paradise
Slow hands, fast car, drag race by night
Skin tight outfits, video's online
Too many lines, well has run dry
Piling up designs that no one will buy
He used to be a god of fashion
Now he asks if he can crash in
Does he even know
That he lost it all
He used to be a god of fashion
Now he asks if he can crash in
Does he even know
That he lost it all
He used to be
Oh, he used to be
He used to be
A god of fashion
He used to be a god of fashion
Now he asks if he can crash in
Does he even know
That he lost it all
He used to be a god of fashion
Now he asks if he can crash in
Does he even know
That he lost it all
That he lost it all
That he lost it all
Yeah that he lost it all