All eyes on the prize , individualism is on the rise,
got nothing left to talk about but me.
How I appeal, how do I feel, shooting the schpeel,
Everyday is a symptomatic narcissistic showreel for you to see.
And I ask you, tell me again.

Oh boy, whats your hit count, oh girl, pout the lips out,
Confront the inner fears in public.
Self love is self inflicted , got myself all self addicted,

we birth the vanity republic.
And I ask you, tell me again.
And I ask you, when will it end.
This vanity Republic
This vanity Republic

I got class, I got style.
This little cheeky grin will go for miles and miles.
I am the reason being you sit in front of me,
I am the reason being you're sitting comfortably .

I got class, I got style.
There's never been an even better time to die.
I got class, I got style.
Who knows why?
Tell me everything I wanna hear, coz'..
Never been a better time to die right now
Never been a better time to die right now.

I got looks, I got groove.
An ever loving set of friends I'd never choose.
I am the reason being they have identity .
I am the reason being they have no enemies.
I got looks, I got groove.
There's never been an even better time to lose

I got looks, I got groove.
Its ya move, make ya move, move!
Tell me everything I wanna hear, coz'..
Never been a better time to die right now
Never been a better time to die right now.

Soul Sister, won’t you talk to me
Noose around my neck, the way it’s always been
And I can’t get ahead, ‘cause I keep slip slip slipping away
Soul Brother won’t you walk with me
Weights around my feet the way it’s always been
And I can’t get ahead, ‘cause I keep slip slip slipping away yeah
Be thankful for the lot that you’ve got and no more
Be thankful for the lot that you’ve got and no more, no more, no more.