No need to buy expensive cars
Have champagne in exclusive bars
You're borin' me to death

To be honest what a farce

All inclusive and first class

One way ticket (Yes! ) to mars
The privilege of the upper class
To be honest what a farce

You can shove this up your arse

Do you really think I'm in the long queue

Waiting to catch a seat beside you
Things you talk about make me smile
It's you my friend who looks on mine

But I'm no mirror so look at you
Change now the things you never liked
To do


Show no weakness is your advice
Big smile, white teeth and telling lies

Tell, how could a lie be a strength
All we need's inside ourselves
Good things, bad things, mistakes, too

Perfect's boring, have a look at you