Lyrics
Now that I’ve got your attention, I’ll show you how it’s done
When it comes to sheer pretension, yea you’re number one
Split, shine, wash your mind
Got a problem with your sunrise, just make it through the day
Amped to the skyline, yea it’s the only way
Split, shine, blank, your mind
Great looking in a low rent high-rise, and dressed to kill tonight
Your best defense is your fashion sense, just give me something
tight
All little black dressed up and Ultra-Lashed tonight
You’ve got a lot to prove, and even less to show
Don’t let all of the attention fool you
You’ll be the end before you know
They’re dropping name like they’re dropping like flies
Somebody do me in before I fade away
You slip yourself something, I think it’s better that way
You’re number ten-million and three
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