One, two, three, four   Five, six, seven, eight      I am the raping sunglass gaze   Of sweating man and escort agencies   60's Alienation the anthem of care   Now a knife constantly slashing eyelids      Slavery to the beat   Slavery to the chord   Slavery to the pleasure   Slavery to the God      Slavery to the beat   Slavery to the chord   Slavery to the pleasure   Slavery to the God      They dig the new scene and their parties   Where Stonehenge is worshiped and drugs a deity   Vicarious thrills rerun their youth   We follow, we have no voice, the dead      Radio nostalgia is radio death   I wanna cover diamonds on my wife   Hard rock nostalgia the Stones on CD   Tranquilized icons for the sweet paralyzed      Slavery to the beat   Slavery to the chord   Slavery to the pleasure   Slavery to the God      Slavery to the beat   Slavery to the chord   Slavery to the pleasure   Slavery to the God      So cool, the new sound of the decade   Thinks it's so fresh not a post Elvis still   All taste is nothing old pictures blow dried   Rebellion, it always sells at a profit      I am a face of fashion in Soho Square   My tie is Paul Smith or Gaultier   My cheeks blood red as my favorite port   But, hey, cocaine keeps cholesterol at bay      Slavery to the beat   Slavery to the chord   Slavery to the pleasure   Slavery to the God      Slavery to the beat   Slavery to the chord   Slavery to the pleasure   Slavery to the God, some God