She runs in circles, talks in tongues Said burn your Docs Throw out your Cosom, Your Details, Your Vogue She hate fashion hypocrites And the puppets
an anthem, The anthem of your VICTORY, You have got what you wished, The wind strikes up an anthem, The anthem of your VICTORY, You are the last king
She runs in circles, talks in tongues Said burn your Docs Throw out your Cosom, Your Details, Your Vogue She hate fashion hypocrites And the puppets that