Modern Vanity

Oh, it's a heart attack No catch, I'm on fire, live to work, born to die Oh, I'm the king of rats So flush, Niacin, delusion, I can fly I'm not lost I'm just stuck No pain No plan No blood I'm not lost I just want Oh, day is done again No catch, no progress, live to work, born to die I'm not lost I'm just stuck No pain No plan No blood All those drugs I want, oh-so much Such fame Such love All those drugs are the same Fair fights are lies Fair fights are lies Pharisees wage coldest wars So sell your cloak and buy that sword It's a Ferris wheel that catches fire And, yeah, it's all they ever wanted Peace, love, no war, just kill the poor Pretend kings with plastic lives In big clone houses hang their signs "If you take yours, I best take mine." Is this all that we wanted?