Tilt - Clothes Horse lyrics

rate me

You are an affectation

Of every passing fad

Your butane smile's indelible

Your talk is thoughtless gas

You live like a Coke machine

Convince me of your strife

Tasty tyke of augmentation

You'll pay with your life

Your youth is everything

Your cock is all

Your body makes bank

And your mind is small

Your youth is everything

Your tits stand tall

Your body makes bank

And you mind is dull

Your needle eyes and hands

Of slate regard a stiff repose

Contemplate your mindless fate

While powdering your nose

Loathing all that you can't fathom

Cuckhold by your pride

Endorsing a madman's vision

Marketed worldwide Resting on your sculpted shoulders

All the weight of fame

Statuesque emanciptation

Is the mode of day

Packaging rebellion

In a palatable box

Wash away the meaning as

You wash away your frosted locks

Yes, we made you what you are

We buy the clothes and scent you wear

We buy the shit that shapes your hair

We'd buy your hipness anywhere

But time will surely vanquish you

And we'll no longer worship you!