I want to be rich and I want lots of money I don’t care about clever I don’t care about funny I want loads of clothes and f***loads of diamonds I heard people die while they are trying to find them I’ll take my clothes off and it will be shameless ‘Cuz everyone knows that’s how you get famous I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winner I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore When we think it will all become clear ‘Cuz I’m being taken over by the fear Life’s about film stars and less about mothers It’s all about fast cars and passing each other But it doesn’t matter cause I’m packing plastic and that’s what makes my life so f***ing fantastic And I am a weapon of massive consumption and its not my fault it’s how I’m program to function I’ll look at the sun and I’ll look in the mirror I’m on the right track yeah I’m on to a winne I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore When we think it will all become clear ‘Cuz I’m being taken over by the fear Forget about guns and forget ammunition Cause I’m killing them all on my own little mission Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner Now everything is cool as long as I’m getting thinner I don’t know what’s right and what’s real anymore I don’t know how I’m meant to feel anymore When we think it will all become clear ‘Cause I’m being taken over by the fear