Fashion bleeds, stains and frees, spreading lowlife sc*m and sleaze
Spitting fire, in the eyes, of the least suspecting patrons
Turning cold, with control, killing everyone who knows
Standing by, in the aisles, watching recent complications
(repeat)
You can hear their shouts from cars
Cigars burn in trendy bars
Flicking ashes on the heads over teenage kids
With poorly tuned guitars
(repeat)