Little girls in pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skin
We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege
I buzzed my killer in
Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia
Super sex on water skis
Iced decaf and mocchaccino
And a hooker by the grinder please

Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand

Angel, waffle, women are weird
Tighten up your tail
Throw her on the linoleum and
Harpoon her like a whale
Dad's on drugs, British sex
A rollicking good time
Trust fund kids, when men are pigs
Just cook that little swine

Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand

Missionary position, politician
Young girls in the world's oldest profession
Beauty, health, fashion, food
And the books and sex and art and news

The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand

Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand

Magazine,
Rip it up and just throw it away
Rip it up and just throw it away
Rip it up and just throw it away

Magazine, still stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand

This line is metaphysical
And on the one side, on the one side
The bad half live in wickedness
And on the other side, on the other side
The good half live in arrogance
And there's a steep slope
With a short rope
This line is metaphysical
And there's a steady flow
Moving to and fro

Oh, look you earned your wings
Are you an angel, now
Or a vulture
Constantly hovering over
Waiting for a big mistake

Oh, my God, what have I done?
Oh, my God, what have I done?

Wouldn't you love to be
On the cover of a magazine?
Healthy skin, perfect teeth
Designed to hide what lies beneath

I feel the darkness growing stronger
As you cram light down my throat
How does that work out for you
In your holy quest to be above reproach?

Picture me on the cover of your magazine
All the shiny happy people starring back at me

Turn the page if you really wanna look at me
The photographs that stole my soul
Are yours to see
Are yours to see

Do i feel alive
Do i feel alive
Do i feel alive

Picture me getting bent in my limousine
Living fast dying young is the only dream

Picture me on the cover of your magazine
Look at me I'm a copy written junky
When I'm gone I'll live on for eternity

Little girls in pretty boxes, high tech sweat and younger skin
We were all delicious and smelled of Arpege
I buzzed my killer in
Bring me the head of Jerry Garcia
Super sex on water skis
Iced decaf and mocchaccino
And a hooker by the grinder please

Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand

Angel, waffle, women are weird
Tighten up your tail
Throw her on the linoleum and
Harpoon her like a whale
Dad's on drugs, British sex
A rollicking good time
Trust fund kids, when men are pigs
Just cook that little swine

Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand

Missionary position, politician
Young girls in the world's oldest profession
Beauty, health, fashion, food
And the books and sex and art and news

The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand

Magazine, know what I mean
You go on and on and on about stuff I've never seen
Magazine, stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand

Magazine,
Rip it up and just throw it away
Rip it up and just throw it away
Rip it up and just throw it away

Magazine, still stuck to my hand
The boys don't ever get it
But the girls all understand