Perfectly obsessing
the lines that crack your face
so easily erased
airbrushed by injection
flash bulbs set to frame
the sparkling mutation
'work done' doubles the fun
the makeup weighs a ton
looks like 40's the new 21
the fake’r the better
phony forever
I can’t tell what is real
and I don’t care
the fake’r the better
so keep on pretendin'
I don’t know what is real
and I don’t care
the fake’r the better
hook, line, and sinker
no-one cares
city of illusion
shiny buff machines
dreams and stacks of green
lavishly offensive
starlets on the scene
sucking all attention
the flaws of your life
corrected by the knife
looks like 50's the new 25
the innocence gets painted over
by the jaded scars of superstars
who recommend their gastric bypass surgeons and L. Ron
to show you the way…