Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ray Wilko
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ray Wilko
Composer
Lyrics
Your face on the FACE
It's the ultimate thing
The soul's getting stolen by the paper king
Lipstick on shirt
He puts his hand under her skirt
It's just a glam perversion
Can't tell when it hurts
Hypeople running around the stage
Hypeople know about the fake
The city's going mad as the band begins to play
It kind of makes me sad when I hear what they say
The actor slides to town
He knows he's really well known
He pays for the bill and then the waiter's got a crown
Hypeople running around the stage
Hypeople know about the fake
Just do whatever you want
You're sure you'll get the chant
Your face on the FACE
It's the ultimate thing
The soul's getting stolen by the paper king
Lipstick on shirt
He puts his hand under her skirt
It's just a glam perversion
Can't tell when it hurts
Hypeople running around the stage
Hypeople know about the fake
Just do whatever you want
Cos you're sure you'll get the ultimate chant
Writer(s): Ray Wilko
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