I want to be rich, and I want lots of money I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny I want loads of clothes, and fcukkloads of diamonds I heard people die while they're trying to find them And if take your clothes off and it will be shameless ‘Cos everyone knows that's how you get famous I'll look at the sun and I'll look in the mirror I'm on the right track, yeah, I'm on to a winner
I don't know what's right and what's real anymore And I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore But when do you think it will all become clear? ‘Cos I'm being taken over by The Fear
Life’s about film stars, and less about mothers it's all about fast cars, and cussing each other But it doesn't matter, 'coz I'm packing plastic And that's what makes my life so fcuking fantastic And I am a weapon of massive consumption And it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function I'll look at the sun, and I'll look in the mirror I'm on the right track, yeah, we're on to a winner
Forget about guns, and forget ammunition Cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission Now I'm not a saint, but I'm not a sinner And everything's cool as long as I'm getting thinner
