Attila The Stockbroker - Supermodel lyrics

SUPERMODEL Prepubescent imagery Empty, stupid eyes Waif thin Tyrannical No fat No body hair No character, no love, no personality - No brain So thin, and yet... So thick By your anodyne complicity In this gruesome stereotype You connive In the corporate enslavement of your sisters - anorexia, bulimia, self-loathing, fear They aspire to be like you - an unnatural creation of capital - And wreck their bodies in the process Destroy their fertility Tear apart their lives But hang on a minute? Not my place to talk about that? I'm a man, what do I know? You're just trying to earn a living? What I'm saying has been said before? OK But when the football blokes look And make some expected remark I'm supposed to join in I'm supposed to fancy you - Or pretend to Well, I don't And I won't More than that You revolt me You give me an inversion It's quite simple really I just don't desire a stupid adman's toy Styled to look like a prepubescent girl - a real ‘babe' - There in the tabloid Next to the lurid description Of Gary Glitter's downfall I love a real woman I won't buy the product you advertise I won't watch your latest film I'm not interested in your poxy TV series I'll never set foot in that bloody car And I hate you I know I should just ignore you, or feel sorry for you But I hate you And your fashionist masters Bringers of misery Destroyers of individuality Harbingers of despair Women and men: Riot against diet! Sod the microchip revolution - Let's have a fish ‘n' chip one! Cream bun chocolate cream bun chocolate Lard lard sag aloo beer beer beer! Riot against diet! Smash fashionism! Say goodbye to Hello! Make Cosmopolitan....cosmopolitan! Let's have a real woman's realm! Take over the curry house Fill your freezer full of ice cream Live Love Get real!