Introdução: 4x You are the center of your little private constellation And you are the jury and judge of every little deconstructed fable And you like the way it is You don’t want to question it You are the wonder of God’s own handiwork Yeah, you wear Versace but you look like a dirty bird And yeah, even the paparazzi think you’re quite absurd Venus of your consent, is there anything that you give up for Lent Oh parasite, oh peacock of pride, will you let the little people see inside you And you don’t wanna question it And you’re looking quite possessed You’re the wonder of God’s own handiwork Yeah, you wear Versace but you look like a dirty bird And yeah, even the buying public think you’re quite a jerk And you’re trapped in your little castle Like Randolph Hearst in his fringe and tassel Yeah, you wear Versace but you look like a dirt bird And yeah, even the paparazzi think you’re quite absurd | (repita esta sequência nas frases abaixo) There’s too much information on the television Innocent we have been sprung and innocent we are You don’t know how to feel, you don’t know This is the eye the storm This is society