One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
I am the raping sunglass gaze
Of sweating man and escort agencies60's 
Alienation the anthem of care
Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids
Slavery 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 worshiped and drugs a deity
Vicarious thrills rerun their youth
We follow, we have no voice, the dead
Radio nostalgia is radio death
I wanna cover diamonds on my wife
Hard rock nostalgia the 
Stones on 
CDTranquilized icons for the sweet paralyzed
Slavery 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 
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 profit
I am a face of fashion in 
Soho Square
My tie is 
Paul Smith or 
GaultierMy cheeks blood red as my favorite port
But, hey, cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay
Slavery 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 
God, some 
God