Fashionably Questionable

Clothing shop downtown with a cannibal to manage
The only way to walk past the impossible is passive
I’m all dressed in chains so it’s impossible to vanish
I got some ketchup from your guts for your fucking knuckle sandwich

Well I got no money and I’m dressed to confess
I break the ice with a story ‘bout the water on my chest
And my pants are too long and someone’s at the other end
At this party and my pants-mate’s my only friend

I pick the ugliest girl and say she should be a pin-up
Gonna make her a star; gonna make her hold her chin up
Hold her head so high that her lips can hold the blimps up
I can never get arrested; I’m just a capitalist victim