This isn't a moral crusade
It's a fashion holocaust
They're mowing you down by the price tag
And all the while you're dying
To materialize
Dying at forty
Is the next big thing
Doesn't pass you by
Your life is passing you by
Baby your life is passing by
And the next big thing is already dead
Will you tie the plastic across your wrist
So you can wear your own blood
Is red the new black
And green the new white
Fuck it I'm tired
Of unraveling your threads
You're dying one price tag at a time
Genocide at a department store level
Want to be the next big thing
I've already pulled the hammer back for you
Clean up on aisle 9
You change your face like I change my clothes
But even twice a week isn't good enough
Staying adhered to the latest fashion
Has become a chore and I think I'm through
Bring me to a more simple time
Come on and bring it back home
Buy what they're selling you
Buy, buy, buy, buy what they're selling you
