MODERN IDOLS

[Verse 1]
Plastic is all that you are
From your botoxed face to your maxed-out cards
Dredging the depths of this weight-bearing back-breaking
Scene that conceived you from defective parts
No! Don't speak of humility
Perched on your altar of discarded charms
Selling the sermons of unholy privilege
That keeps us a lifetime of labour apart

[Chorus 1]
You Modern Idols
Are well-deserving of a strangulation
I'd have to set you on fire to warm to you
Too many pictures
Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture
How can we trust our eyes when
Every true man's apparel fits your thief?

[Verse 2]
Substance is all that you aren't
Think 'Fifty Shades' meets 'Atlas Shrugged'
Born for the rot of a phone-hacking tabloid
Somewhere between astrology and sports
Fuck! Award ceremonies
Elitist parades of absolute twats
Cue imitation dead princess's carcass
Pulled from the wreckage to dress the red carpet

[Chorus 2]
You Modern Idols
Are well-deserving of a strangulation
I'd have to set myself on fire to warm to you
Too many pictures
Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture
How can we trust our eyes when
Every true man's apparel fits your thief?

[Bridge]
I solemnly swear I'm down for a global purge of celebrities
I want to be the one to end the Royal Family
I solemnly swear I'm down for a global purge of celebrities
I want to be the one to end the Royal Family

[Chorus 3]
You Modern Idols
Are well-deserving of a strangulation
I'd have to set you on fire to warm to you
Too many pictures
Of the brain-dead heralds of a half-corpse culture
How can we trust our eyes when
Every true man's apparel fits your thief?