A glimpse of pornography

 Deny your faith and imitate what it is you’ve seen,

Then renounce your ways, become a slave on fucking MTV.

Sing your song and follow on, then open up to me.

You'll play guitar to become a star in bloody NME.

Stick this needle through your mind, sing the song to me,

Golden stares and safety dares I know what I should be.

Write a song about your Mum and strum three chords to me,

Buy my soul and become my world, then just fuck me royally.

Take some drugs and hurt yourself but do it visibly,

Then drink your blues into the news. Tell me what I should be.

Aggravate and salivate on everything you see,

Bury deep, you need no sleep because you’re the fucking queen.

Sell your soul for silver and gold and platinum CDs,

Sell your friends, rip off The Bends, and then buy yourself some E.

Bite your tongue and spit it out to show me how to bleed,

Try to rhyme something with time  in the chord of D.

Cross your heart and scratch your eyes, but  never mind the scene,

Kill your idols, then your morals, what do your songs mean?