Open up your eyes now and come out of the daze.
Pictures have misled you to the walk, the walk of fame.
Camera magnet pulled you from the start.
Did it somehow catch you?
Did it frame your heart?

Moonlight breaks the window.
There are fragments everywhere.
Piercing through your silhouette, it leaves you lying bleeding, dying on the stairs.

I've seen everything you want.
It's never anything you need.
Just fillin an urge to flaunt.
It doesn't do a thing for me.
You got a boutique frame of mind.
Taking gossip with your tea.
Can't get left too far behind.
It doesn't do a thing for me.
Talk about the higher ups.
Try to spark my jealousy.
Some times the heart ache sucks.
It doesn't do a thing for me.

Why does it seem that it's all a bunch of hype?
Everyone hailing people who just can't get it right.
The TV's glorifying all the ways they're always trying, although it's slowly dying, it's to you they keep on lying.

Broken hearts and broken backs grab the mass libido.
Double standard break down.
Two wrongs don't make a right, but three lefts always do.

I've seen everything you want.
It's never anything you need.
Just fillin an urge to flaunt.
It doesn't do a thing for me.
You got a boutique frame of mind.
Taking gossip with your tea.
Can't get left too far behind.
It doesn't do a thing for me.
Talk about the higher ups.
Try to spark my jealousy.
Some times the heart ache sucks.
It doesn't do a thing for me.

Guitar solo

I've seen everything you want.
It's never anything you need.
Just fillin an urge to flaunt.
It doesn't do a thing for me.
You got a boutique frame of mind.
Taking gossip with your tea.
Can't get left too far behind.
It doesn't do a thing for me.
Talk about the higher ups.
Try to spark my jealousy.
Some times the heart ache sucks.
It doesn't do a thing for me.