Chequeless Reckless

A sellout Is someone who becomes a hypocrite In the name of money An idiot Is someone who lets their education Do all of their thinking A phoney Is someone who demands respect For the principles they affect A dilettante Is someone who can't tell the difference Between fashion and style Charisma Is exquisite manipulation And money is the sandpit of the soul Money Is the sandpit of the soul Money Is the sandpit of the soul Money Is the sandpit of the soul Taylor dreams of having it all She documents an essence In the bathroom stall And empty chairs mask an empty occasion The empty glass is ringing All across the nation All across the nation All across the nation All across the nation Well the suits are running And it won't be long Until the blues cop What's really going on I said the suits are running And it won't be long Until the blues cop What's really going on What's really going on What's really going on What's really going on What's really going What's really going on What's really going on What's really going on What's really going What's really going on What's really going on What's really going on