I am the raping sunglass gaze
Of sweating man and escort agencies
60s alienation the anthem of care
Now a knife constantly slashing eyelidsSlavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the godSlavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the godThey dig the new scene and their parties
Where stonehenge is worshipped and drug's a deity
Vicarious thrills re-run their youth
We follow we have no voice the deadRadio nostalgia is radio death
I wanna cover diamonds on my wife
Hard rock nostalgia, the Stones on CD
Tranquillised icons for the sweet paralysedSlavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the godSo cool the new sound of the decade
Thinks it's so fresh, not a post Elvis still
All taste is nothing, old pictures blow dried
Rebellion, it always sells at a profitI am a face of fashion in soho square
My tie is paul smith or Gaultier
My cheeks blood red as my favourite port
But hey cocaine keeps cholesterol at baySlavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
Slavery to the beat
Slavery to the chord
Slavery to the pleasure
Slavery to the god
Some god