The Quick and the Dead - Nine Eleven

It’s all about savoir-faire: first you learn to read

Then you learn to count, then you understand what’s expected of you

You must also learn to make yourself more beautiful than others

To be the clone, to be the polystyrene clone of dead-eyed models

You must also learn to wait for your turn

The turn of the screwed that’s given to you — not that you want to

In the end you’ll learn to enjoy the lame post mortem comfort of a life past

By the way, you’ve learned to stroke those odd dreams stolen from mirrors

As you’ve learned to love the man you still loathed and that you hate even more

now.

And if you don’t follow the rules that have been soft-spoken to you…

On your way to glory, to fame and suck-cess

You’ll see that the medal you’ve been yearning

For turns to a one-sided coin once you remove the blue-knotted package

It’s not that you dig dough when you bump into the set

Set around the scales that gives you the weight of your own inflated image…

What you wish to feed your sad audience feeds your own madness

But you gotta know it does never gonna be enough for them

They will never stop to give an everlasting love to any golden calf

Whether it be you or any other girl

Considering she sold better than you did her body and name to the illusions she

serves.

You’re not less a public figure than the anonymous voice-over

In the silencio theater of your angst-ridden life

It’s all about savoir-faire:

First you learn to read, then you learn to count

Then you understand what’s expected of you