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 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.