You are the center of your own
Private little constellation
And you are the jury and judge of
Every little deconstructed fable
And you like the way it is
You don't want to question it
You're the wonder of God's own handiwork

Yeah you wear Versace but you look like a dirty bird
And yeah, even the paparazzi think you're quite absurd

Venus of your own consent is there
Anything you give up for Lent
Oh parasite oh peacock of pride
Will you let the little people see inside you
And you don't wanna question it
And you're looking quite possessed
You're the wonder of God's own handiwork

Yeah you wear Versace but you look like a
And yeah even the buying public think you're quite a jerk

And you're trapped in your little castle
Like Randolph Hearst in his fringe and tassel

Yeah you wear Versace but you look like a
And yeah, even the paparazzi think you're quite absurd

There's too much information on the television
Innocent we have been sprung and innocent we are
You don't know how to feel you don't know
This is the eye of the storm
This is society
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Deconstructing Venus Lyrics

Kevin Max – Deconstructing Venus Lyrics