I want to be rich and I want lots of money
I dont care about clever, I don’t care about funny
I want loads of clothes and fuckloads of diamonds
I heard people die while they’re trying to find them

I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless
‘Cause everyone knows that’s how you get famous
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner

Chorus: I don’t know whats right and what’s real anymore
I don’t know how Im meant to feel anymore
When we think it will all become clear
‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear

Life’s about film stars and less about mothers
It’s all about fast cars and cussing each other
But it doesnt matter ’cause I’m packing plastic
and that’s what makes my life so fucking fantastic

And I am a weapon of massive consumption
and it’s not my fault, it’s how I’m programmed to function
I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror
I’m on the right track, yeah, I’m on to a winner

Chorus

Forget about guns and forget ammunition
Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission
Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner
And everything’s cool as long as I’m getting thinner

Chorus