Angelspit - A La Mode, A La Mort lyrics

rate me

Oh fashionista loving you mista

Relieve the pain, pull a little tighter

Dandy man workin' at typewriter

Head count eaten by the grinder

Nose to the grind for 8 hours of hate

Marching to the orders of the fashionist state

smacked out pretty doll rock-a-billy tats

Fake hair, Piercings and fries with that

A la mode a la mort

Constricted bound, tied up

A la mode a la mort

Held up with a rubber cup

Perfect shape through carnal bonsai

Spank the monkey 'til she bleeds peroxide

get in line roll a dollar debase

Turn to the right, attention deface

Transdermal luxury Premium hind

Modify the body, pacify the mind

Churned out grrl-bot in Stereo

Seasonal depression material

Vanity is all right, is really all right. Little miss world

miss big bang sweetie

Vanity is all right, is really all right. Miss universe

miss the point completely

colour me by numbers I'm bound to please

beautiful and deadly, the bomb shell sleaze

Literati breeds Thigh hi dogma

Gothed out malibu muther-fucker