A sick nation starvation

I guess that's what's in fashion

A bait and switch

And guess who's gonna cash in

They wrapped it in cellophane

And found a way to sell it

We're standing knee deep in shit

Can't you smell it

We'll disappear without a trace

If we don't spit it right back in their face

We'll disappear without a trace

We'll die for that look

We'll cut ourselves up for that look

Self-esteem built on surgery and diet books

We'll disappear without a trace

If we don't spit it right back in their face