Model Citizen

I've been posing like a magazine Every mannequin around All the black lipstick people dance So helpless in the crowd Push aside all the real affection Rush to find some hole in the wall Give my self to a new delusion I just wanna look good when I fall And If you think I'm tragic You haven't seen me yet I'm trying not to panic The answer is the end I will eat your soul Your pretty, pretty soul I was born in a limousine It was ugly feeling young Never happy and I'm never sad So pretty when I'm loud Take another pretty picture for them Tell me, babies, that I'm worth it again Give myself to a new delusion I wanna look good when I fall I will eat your soul Your pretty, pretty soul And If you think I'm tragic You haven't seen me yet I'm trying not to panic The answer is the end I will eat your soul Your pretty, pretty soul I'll eat your soul I'll eat your soul I'll eat your soul I'll eat your soul