Fashion bleeds, stains and frees, spreading all life's scum and sleaze
Spitting fire, in the eyes, of the least suspecting patrons
Turning cold, with control, k**ing everyone who knows
Standing by, in the aisles, watching recent complications
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You can hear their shouts from cars, see cigars burn in trendy bars, Flicking ashes on the heads of teenage kids with poorly tuned guitars
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