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 die for that look
We'll cut ourselves up for that look
Self esteem built on surgery and diet books