Drop The Stylist Lyrics & Chords By Die Goldenen Zitronen

Mark Stewart:
Drop the stylist. Closet fascist. Oi, mate. You're just a fake.
With your pet vampire. Speaking the language of snakes. Your politics of envy completely bore me. Coporate cock-sucker. Try to mediawhore me. Your politics of envy just bore me. Like a hollywood vampire you Feed off the fans. Impossible princess you throw your toys out of the prem. Oi, mate. You're just a fake.

Melissa Logan:
Put down to get up. Put down to get up. Put down to get up. Put down to get up.

Mark Stewart:
Branded, barcoded, electronicly nummed. Even Iggy told me: You're no fun. In fact you're scum. Oh, you think you're so chi-chi. You think you're all that.

MeIissa Logan:
Put down to get up. Put down to get up. Put down to get up. Put down to get up.

Mark Stewart: But you're just a blabbering drug monkey. A lab rat.

Melissa Logan:
OK, Celebrety-ism. Being flavour of the week is tempting. The perks irresistable. On top by cutting others off. Fear driven. Put down to get up. Afraid to fall. Afraid to fall.

Mark Stewart:
D-F-1-1-8's and bad day-time TV. You're a walking exhibition in a shooting gallery. In fact, you're king stupid. You think you're all the rage. But you're not even king of your cage. Becoming a cliché. Oi mate. Cannibal kids. Why did it have to come to this ? Cannibal kids. Why did it have to come to this?
Put down to get up. Cannibal kids. Why did it have to come to this ? Put down to get up. Cannibal kids. Why did it have to come to this? Put down to get up.
Like Kennedy Onassis and Howard Hughes. Have you never felt like you were being used. Under the spell of the spectacle.