I’ve been waiting for anything but my hope it died with your chivalry, and honesty. While you sell the kids to trafficking, with bruised knees kneeling for marketing.
CHORUS: Selling sex with reverse psychology. You’re covered in sweat now here’s your purity ring. Selling sex with reverse psychology. You’re covered in sweat oh it’s pure only in your wet dreams.
And I’ve been watching you window shop through your malls, the temple to the consumer gods. While you, you march and you drone along, you follow like sheep off the cliff where the fishes sleep.
CHORUS: Selling sex with reverse psychology. You’re covered in sweat now here’s your purity ring. Selling sex with reverse psychology. You’re covered in sweat oh it’s pure only in your wet dreams.
Are your pants so tight that you’re losing blood to your brain? I’ve tried to inject truth serum but the needle broke in your vein. Oh, you’re vain.