I'm supposed to be thankful Where must I start? Well this fashion's on fire It sells just like art Walking silk advertisements I like your look Sweet planned obsolescence I'm on your hook All our grit is gone Put my lipstick on Tie me to some shares, go ahead and make my Hair all lovely You don't love me Money's more than madness addicted to the gun My mind is a puppet Business the hand In the name of high fashion We'll burn all your land It's known as a virtue Don't misunderstand If not self-expression For what does it stand? ♪ All our grit is gone Put my lipstick on Tie me to some shares, go ahead and make my Hair all lovely You don't love me Money's more than madness addicted to the gun