Slave to Fashion

All the magazines tell me what I want But I'm too helpless to decide just what I like All the billboards, blinded by the flashing lights And I am mortified by egotistic obsession I'm a slave to fashion I'm a slave to fashion, whoa oh whoa oh Living an illusion of reality Trying hard to be someone who is not me Social bulimia, isn't that the key Swallowing the greed they feed and puking out my bucks to be I'm a slave to fashion I'm a slave to fashion, whoa oh whoa oh I'm a slave to fashion I'm a slave to fashion, whoa oh whoa oh All the clothing, all the stores All the junkies, all the whores I don't wanna be the same Put a bullet in my brain All the magazines tell me what I want But I'm too helpless to decide just what I like All the billboards, blinded by the flashing lights And I am mortified by egotistic obsession I'm a slave to fashion I'm a slave to fashion, whoa oh whoa oh I'm a slave to fashion I'm a slave to fashion, whoa oh whoa oh