You’re selling yourself
You like it hard and you like the cam
The business runs well
Live your happy life, have a lot of fans
Perfect measures for you
With plastic lips and silicon tits
You call it dreams come true
no mental problems when the body fits
Happy
You know you’re happy
You’re so fuckin’ happy
What a happy life
Sometimes tired and weak?
Some pills for thrills help you back on your feet
A little worry indeed?
The next shopping mall waits just down the street
You cover your life
with super-hip trivialities
Your boring old friends
try to scratch at your surface of felicity
Sometimes you have a silly dream
A forlorn girl who begs for care
And you stuff her mouth with bank notes
And the child turns into stone