Letra de Vanity Fair

Complain of old fashions Boast of your invention Tell me your cool style talk To walk ways great stars go But I will not share your dream Will not feed your self-esteem With lies on vision that Has gone a bit too mad Invite your dearest friends And let them stare and admire The wonders of possessions That you have gathered in your house Dress tables for the feast of conceit Party for the blind They will praise your wisdom, image And your cool lifestyle Live in your illusions Give me a kind permission To stay out of your world The way that strangers want Do not waste your precious care On freaks and fools like me There is nothing I may need In stray reality Invite your dearest friends... I will never share your dream Your slanted world is fear Nightmare of a life in vain Just a ruthless pain You simply retrogress To silly childishness Governed by laws of the last trend