Vendorhead

You're an affectation of what has come to pass

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