Shiny working models Tall gorgeous models Hungry hungry models On the runway Baby, I need jacket I see through that skirt Purple plastic earrings Finger
It has a beginning (It has a beginning) It has an end (It has an end) It's a beautiful story (It's a beautiful story) But it's pretend (But it's pretend
See your face from afar Projecting you into a star Skin so pale and eyes so black Are you ever coming back? And do you feel Feel alive Do you feel Feel
I'm taking a ride to the liquor store I'm looking for a beer and a little bit more I'm gonna spend all the money she had On a nude girl in a dirty old
Candy cane, null set, credit card Prescription, nitrogen Now we're living in a Definition, visual aid, air condition Automatic, autostatic Now we're
Not quite a fembot But almost an alien She's in the smell of the month club I feel it in my lungs Lesbian junkie funky Slam dunk a cosmonaut Laser guns
I don't believe in the apocalypse I don't believe in the end of time I don't believe in the solar eclipse I don't believe in valentines I don't believe
about five thirty or six, I scored about ten bucks So me and my girlfriend, you met her, she's from La Jolla Anyway, we got some money from her parents
Money, money 2020 Money, money 2020 Money, money 2020 Money, money 2020 Money, money Money, money Money, money Money, money Money, money Money, money
Teenagers from Mars Well we land in barren fields On the Arizona plains The insemination of little girls In the middle of wet dreams We are the angel
(Es wechselt nie seine Farbe Es wechselt nie seine Gestalt) As they stare into our flesh At the end of what comes next (Kann ich deine Hand halten? Sie
covered in sweat Kicking in with a grin Going out with a bang Huffing fumes, walk the line Luftballons in my spine Then you crack Love and money Well spent Love and money
Reto, you're a technical whiz Masturbating with computers For a legion of kids Reto, you're a solid state A microchip and designer tape Oh, Reto, where
This is the age of make-believe Or a reality series Television, murder city dreaming of tomorrow Am I alive or fantasy? Give me murder, give me loss
Translation: The Network. Money Money 2020.
Shiny broken bottles tall gorgeous models hungry hungry models on the runway baby on your jacket I see through that skirt purple plastic earrings finger
It has a beginning. It has an end. It's a beautiful story, but it's pretend. It keeps us loving. It makes us cry. It's alive, it's Joe Robot. The tin
the bad blood's because of war international interracial confrontational bitter rival bloody gang of three deep divisions Money Money 2020 Money Money 2020
