A La Mode, A La Morte

Oh, fashionista, loving you, mista
Relieve the pain, pull a little tighter
Dandy man workin' at typewriter
Head count eaten by the grinder

Nailed to the grind for eight 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 morte
Constricted, bound, tied up
A la mode, a la morte
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 hide
Modify the body, pacify the mind
Churned out girl-bot in stereo
Seasonal depression material

A la mode, a la morte
Constricted, bound, tied up
A la mode, a la morte
Held up with a rubber cup
A la mode, a la morte
Constricted, bound, tied up
A la mode, a la morte
Held up with a rubber cup

Vanity is alright, is really alright
Little Miss World, Miss Big Bang sweetie
Vanity is alright, is really alright
Miss Universe, miss the point completely

Color me by numbers, I'm bound to please
Beautiful and deadly, it's the bombshell sleaze
Literati breeds thigh-high dogma
Gothed out Malibu motherfucker

A la mode, a la morte
A la mode, a la morte
A la mode, a la morte
A la mode, a la morte
A la mode, a la morte
Constricted, bound, tied up
A la mode, a la morte
Held up with a rubber cup

A la mode, a la morte
Constricted, bound, tied up
A la mode, a la morte
Held up with a rubber cup

Vanity is alright, is really alright
Little Miss World, Miss Big Bang sweetie
Vanity is alright, is really alright
Miss Universe, miss the point completely