Every lipstick is an advertisement
And every eye a lie
A twinkle of diamonds and demands in the sky

Every cloth is a rag
And all nudity a blind
To pin us behind the veil of the mind

Every hand wears a grip
And is a threat to our throat
A smoulder of desire in the night and the note

Every dollar has a din
And a damn behind it
We swear by our money sir, please don’t mind it

Every laugh is a joke
And all anguish a riot
If it’s on a card, then we can buy it

All speech is a knife
Deeper into ourselves
Let’s make merry cheer and jangle some bells

All happiness is a rouge
On the sickness of our cheeks
Reality blinks through botches and leaks