Faith, Hope! & Liposuction - Lyrics

Running, running you’re captured tell me why you’re Running, running they’ll get you tell me why you’re Running, running give up give in
resisting you don’t stand a chance So spend your money, money, money and smile sucka

Freedom = you decide witch sitcom rerun you wanna waste your time on
Individuality = personalised body defacing exactly like the rest of
Your Friends = someone equally desperate to find answers to their questions

Devotion hey it means sticking to the same brand of cigarettes
Happiness is the ability
to buy the trademarked necessities you haven’t got a clue What to do with
so choose wich dictated trend you will follow and follow and follow…

Your needs, hopes, dreams, thoughts, philosophy is artificial
All created to make you sell your soul and spend the money, money, money

You search for something genuine
it cracks me up everytime
´cause you´re never gonna
no your never gonna find it