Tramp - Junkie Lyrics

False sense of achievement and
Corporate notions
In tighter belt holes and
Sugar-free potions.
Addiction filling the gap within
The lack of connection;
I'm addicted to conflicting
Acts of affection and
Interactions with lots of attention;
Sugar coated compliments to
Relax my tension.
Trapped in a display case
With a heart that's always breaking;
This sexual validation has
Been a problem in the making.
Condition the masses
Who can be the smallest the fastest?
There's no such thing as the balance when you
Keep making that pendulum swing...
Filthy
F.A.T.
You junkie
S.L.U.T.
What's mightier than the sword?
Deadly as a pen?
To keep fifty one percent?
Self-blaming and hooked on the chase
Like circling, burning out greyhounds in a race
The wild woman domesticated
The bimbofication, creation of a
Flaw-fixation. We're
Scratching our skin, we'll die for a fix,
Forgive us our sins, We'll never win
When we hold ourselves down
Condition the masses
Whose obedient sand who is nasty?
It's you versus her, it's a classic
In a dog-eat-low-fat-dog race
Filthy
F.A.T.
You junkie
S.L.U.T.
The goal, the goal, the goal
Mary or Mary?
Virgin or whore
To be pretty enough to be bought and sold
Buy and sell,
Small enough for a shelf
The goal, the goal, the goal
Mary or Mary?
Virgin or whore
To be pretty enough to be bought and sold
Buy and sell,
Small enough for a shelf...
I saw that smile..
Your filthy eyes
Watching them watch you walk away
You can't deny
You live your life
Wanting to be wanted in every way
Filthy
F.A.T.
You junkie
S.L.U.T.