Nostalgic Pushead [Remastered]

I am the raping sunglass gaze Of sweating man and escort agencies '60's alienation, the anthem of care Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God They dig the new scene and their parties Where Stonehenge is worshiped and drugs a deity Vicarious thrills re-run their youth We follow, we have no voice, the dead Radio nostalgia is radio death I want to cover diamonds on my wife Hardrock nostalgia, The Stones on CD Tranquilized icons for the sweet paralyzed Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God They dig the new scene and their parties Where Stonehenge is worshiped and drugs a deity Vicarious thrills re-run their youth We follow, we have no voice, the dead I am a face of fashion in Soho Square My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier My cheeks blood red as my favorite port But hey, cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God Slavery to the beat Slavery to the chord Slavery to the pleasure Slavery to the God