I'm an empty mall, no more money Go home running, see you never A lover of fashion, from street to palace And you're the latest thing to drop They built it and they came I'll admit it, I'll miss it Nobody thought to resist it The sky in here's a ceiling And there's an awful feeling You think that you're healing You're not even breathing Find me at the arcade I'll be at the coin slot Picking all the cherries Sniffing out the jackpot