The Perfect
We bared our souls and our teeth today
For your love and adulation
While the fawning throngs of worshippers
Looked on with envy and admiration
We fucked you in your back seats today
For our mutual gratification
And though tomorrow we will fade away
For today we are cherished
Because we all
Want to be worshipped
And we all
Want to belong to this phenomenon
Want to be three-day-gods and pop icons
In your minds and on your t.v. screens
We'll be your heros and you beauty queens
And the world still fucking turns
And your hearts still bleed and burn
For The Perfect
We raped your morals and your minds today
And birthed our fetid squirming children
And when the cameras came on we smiled
And your hearts simply melted
We watched your families and lives decay
And numbed you with cathode-ray medication
And when the cameras went off we grinned
And watched you posture, dance, and mimic
And the world still fucking turns
And your hearts still fucking burn
For The Perfect
Because we all
Want to be perfect
And we all
Want to belong to this phenomenon
Want to be three-day-gods and pop icons
For your radios and t.v. screens
For the covers of your magazines
On your lips and in your fantasies
Our poison's in the well it seems
And all you can do is sigh and dream
And the world still fucking turns
And your hearts still bleed and burn
For The Perfect
