Die Goldenen Zitronen - Drop The Stylist

[Strophe 1: Mark Stewart] Drop the stylist, closet fascist Oi, mate. You’re just a fake With your pet vampire Speaking the language of snakes Your politics of envy Completely bore me Coporate cock-sucker Try to mediawhore me Your politics of envy just bore me Like a hollywood vampire You feed off the fans Impossible princess throw your toys out of the prem Oi, mates [Refrain: Melissa Logan] Put down to get up Put down to get up Put down to get up Put down to get up [Strophe 2: Mark Stewart] Branded, barcoded, electronicly nummed Even Iggy told me: You’re no fun In fact you’re scum Oh, you think you’re so chi-chi, you think you’re all that [Refrain: Melissa Logan & Mark Stewart] Put down to get up Put down to get up - A blabbering drug monkey Put down to get up - A lab rat Put down to get up [Strophe 3: Melissa Logan] OK, Celebrety-ism Pink flavour of the week is tempting The perks irresistable On top by cutting others off Fear driven, put down to get up Afraid to fall, afraid to fall Mark Stewart: D-F-F-1-1-X, a bad day-time TV You’re a walking exhibition in a shooting gallery In fact, you’re king stupid You think you’re all the rage But you’re not even king of your cage Becoming a cliché Oi mates Cannibal kids Why did it have to come to this? Cannibal kids Why did it have to come to this? Put down to get up Cannibal kids Put down to get up Put down to get up Cannibal kids Like Kennedy Onassis and Howard Hughes Have you never felt like you were being used Under the spell of the spectacle