Oh, the paper gods in the sky of gray
All the fools in town are ruling today, today
Bow to the paper gods in a world that is paper thin,
Fools in town are ruling now
Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
Fools leading
Who needs it?!
"Hey, you're gonna want it all," the talking man declares
Go running to be first in line for what? Nobody cares!
The next thing you must have
Find piece with matching bag
It's nothing to be glad about or sad when you forget about it
And while the races on the rats will run the street
The slaver in a sweatshop
Putting trainers on your feet
And walking through the rain, oblivious to pain
To shelter from the blame without a reason to complain about it
Oh oh oh, don't complain about it
Oh oh oh, don't complain about it
Oh oh oh, forget about it
Oh oh oh oh
Bow to the paper gods in a world that is paper thin,
Fools in town are ruling now
Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
Fools leading
Who needs it?!
She's staring out in underwear from your computer screen
It's all of self a dirty cash we can wash it clean
So hang it out online, confess and you'll feel fine
And if you got the time to spare we want to know
Which name you're wearing
And when the final curtain finally comes down
We'll all be in the party room, no wiser as to how
The total human race became a basket case
It's nothing to lose face about,
It's really not a place to doubt it
Bow to the paper gods in a world that is paper thin,
Fools in town are ruling now
Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
Fools leading
Who needs it?!
(Paper walls falling down
Paper house, paper town
Paper gods falling down
Paper world just falling down
Paper walls falling down
Paper house, paper town
Paper gods falling down
Paper world just falling down)
Bow to the paper gods in a world that is paper thin,
Fools in town are ruling now
Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
Fools leading
Who needs it?!