Drop the Stylist - Die Goldenen Zitronen, Mark Stewart, Melissa Logan

Drop the stylist, closet fascist

Oi, mate.

You’re just a fake

With your pet vampire

Speaking the language of snakes

Your politics of envy

Completely bore me

Coporate cock-sucker

Try to mediawhore me

Your politics of envy just bore me

Like a hollywood vampire

You feed off the fans

Impossible princess throw your toys out of the prem

Oi, mates

Put down to get up

Put down to get up

Put down to get up

Put down to get up

Branded, barcoded, electronicly nummed

Even Iggy told me: You’re no fun

In fact you’re scum

Oh, you think you’re so chi-chi, you think you’re all that

Put down to get up

Put down to get up — A blabbering drug monkey

Put down to get up — A lab rat

Put down to get up

OK, Celebrety-ism

Pink flavour of the week is tempting

The perks irresistable

On top by cutting others off

Fear driven, put down to get up

Afraid to fall, afraid to fall

Mark Stewart:

D-F-F-1−1-X, a bad day-time TV

You’re a walking exhibition in a shooting gallery

In fact, you’re king stupid

You think you’re all the rage

But you’re not even king of your cage

Becoming a cliché

Oi mates

Cannibal kids

Why did it have to come to this?

Cannibal kids

Why did it have to come to this?

Put down to get up

Cannibal kids

Put down to get up

Put down to get up

Cannibal kids

Like Kennedy Onassis and Howard Hughes

Have you never felt like you were being used

Under the spell of the spectacle