You make yourself available
To vultures of your heart
They seem benign and well
But there's too many moving parts
Cellophaned windows of your infantile self
It's a life lived so well
That no one will smell
The rot the rot the rot
The rot beneath Chanel
As your trembling manicure
Scratch the walls of your cell
It's the guilt the guilt the guilt
As you face what you fear
It's the rumbling of apocalypse
Thank you, dear
Oh baby
Lately it seems like you're fading
You made a deal with Satan
Filled out the questionnaires
But love he gave no discount
He had none to spare
You worship the outline
Of your shiny shell
It's made up of virtues
Sharpened to sell
To push to push to push
To push your masters will
There's botox in hell
For your dirty self
Oh baby
Lately it seems like you're fading
Oh lady
Seems your foundation is failing
Oh baby
Lately it seems like you're fading
Oh lady
Seems your foundation is failing