Aw, yea 'Cuz some can talk the talk But this girl just wants to rock I'm individual I'm not like anyone I can be glamorous Just like you see in all the magazines
Easter parade I'll be all in clover and when they look you over I'll be the proudest fellow in the Easter parade On the Avenue Fifth Avenue The photographers
don't come out Quite, quite, quite the way we plan them Quite the way we plan them Wendy needs a little time Dress her boy up Take him out on parade
Oh you wont find me in the arms of strangers Laughing and drinking like a big parader I dona??t posses the mind to over matters Of the money kind Mine
Well, it's got a lot of tits and ass Well, it's poppin' like a cherry bomb. We've unplugged our VCRs now Girl, we only read magazines We rarely talk
of patriot Well, it's got a lot of tits and ass Well, it's poppin' like a cherry bomb. We've unplugged our VCRs now We only read magazines We rarely
Aw yeah! Cause some can talk the talk This girl just wants to rock I'm individual I'm not like anyone I can be glamorous Just like you see in all the magazines
vice Pain!!! And that goes for all you punks in the press That want to start shit by printin' lies Instead of the things we said That means you Andy Secher at Hit Parader Circus Magazine
in the fan I'm fine falling off blades sometimes, landing on lies crouched in a hallway made safe by the screen covering vowels up with Vogue magazine
in my verse. If it sounds like I'm stressing, then you're quite perceptive You'll never evaporate my essence Fuck an accolade from a punk magazine They
Ever feel clean ? Slow down the machine I really need so bad to unwind I really need to rest my mind Velvet stocade Spiked lemonade Fifty magazine reporters
the money pit Recluse in wealthy pools drowning me quick Your fantasy's, your gonna sink The rocket ship is on the brink Dreaming about your hippie hit Parader magazines
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're sold a life sentence dressed up as a lifestyle Don't have the guile to rile Queue like sheep in single-file To buy the latest piece of shit paraded
that goes for all you punks in the press That want to start shit by printin' lies instead of the things we said That means you Andy Secher at Hit Parader Circus Magazine
the parks been dead for years How do you know the last swing weren't the last for good, Hard book on freaks, fresh summer peach, Creased magazine, sugar
thrown straight out in that cruel parade Buttoned down and laced It starts like fascination, it ends up like a trance You've gotta use your imagination on some of that magazine