Oi!
What are you doing?
Nobody, I repeat, nobody gives a shit
The lives they wish they had
The lives they wish they had
The lives they wish they had
The lives they wish they had
Poolside-poses, but don't fall in
You'll remove the golden glow from your otherwise pasty skin
An HD self-portrait, sucking on a cigar
Leaning on the bonnet of your rented motor car
Stamped on your forehead: "approach with caution"
I've grown my muscles to an intimidating proportion
And I'm not done yet, nah, watch this space
By the time I'm finished, the whole damn world will know this fucking face
The lives they wish they had
(Taking pictures of)
The lives they wish they had
(Dreaming sweetly of)
The lives they wish they had
(They're never happy with)
The lives they wish they had
Monday morning and your eyes are glazed
The weekend-warrior come weekday-slave
Fabrications about your past
And self-made titles, the kind that just don't last
So what exactly were you trying to say
When you put your latest purchases on public display?
Is it praise you're after? Or is it something more?
Like a desperate need for acceptance that you just can't ignore
The lives they wish they had
(Taking pictures of)
The lives they wish they had
(Dreaming sweetly of)
The lives they wish they had
(They're never happy with)
The lives they wish they had
Popularity
Online currency
Insularity
Everybody follow me
In the iron age of darkness everyone's a fucking artist
Everyone has got something to say
Slaves!
Slaves!
Slaves!