Fashion Disease

You can tell he's not very catholic

From the way he puts on that cherry chapstick

He's a victim of psychic forces

He's telling lies, but he always cites his sources

He used to have everything he ever wanted

And then he left his buddha in the limousine

And now he's on his knees

Yeah, he's down-down-down-down-down-down

With the fashion disease

Saw you browsing the fall collection

Always growing up in the wrong direction

Now you're strapped in and set to blast off

Can't wait to scratch that itch once you get the cast-off

You said you want a life full of middle-class magic

And then you wanna die like a celebrity

But you didn't say please

And now you're down-down-down-down-down-down

With the fashion disease

I did a little math on the back of my napkin

Guess I'll always owe a debt to society

You got to help me, please

You see, I'm down-down-down-down-down-down

With the fashion disease

I'm down-down-down-down-down-down

With the fashion disease