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    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 worshipped and drugs a deity
  Vicarious thrills re-run their youth
  We follow we have no voice the dead
  Radio nostalgia is radio death
  I wanna cover diamonds on my wife
  Hardrock nostalgia the Stones on CD
  Tranquilised icons for the sweet paralysed
    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 blowdried
  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 favourite 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