Tilt - Vendorhead lyrics

You're an affectation of what has come to pa** Your butane smiles indelible all words of thoughtless gas You live like a coke machine convince me of your strife Tasty tyke take diction smell the price of life You've got to look good You've got to have all your accouterments right in place You've got to look good you've got to have all our faith Needle eyes and hands of slate regards a stiff repose Contemplate your mindless fate while Powdering your nose Loathing all that you can't fathom cuckold by your pride Nurturing a made-up kingdom scattered with lime No I can't eradicate you Drowning you in despair You profit from my desperation And everybody tell ya You've got to look good You've got to have all your accouterments right in place You've got to look good you've got to have all our faith You've got to look good You've got to make sure nobody sees your face You've got to look good you got to have everybody's faith