Foreign elegance is quite enchanting
American indulgence is routine
The future doesn't look very inviting
At least that's what I read in magazines

Sewer bandits rose up from the ashes
Imitation rebels roamed the streets
Others thought the whole thing was a joke
For years I firmly held in my belief

The priests of the invisible flirting sunshine suicide
And anyone worth anything will go against the tide

It's been said people they are tranquil
Some would rather not hear me complain
Sugar coated fairy tales they surround us
And everyone knows sugar melts in rain

Sir fiction will invite you to step in the abyss
Sir fiction can excite you with eternal bliss
Sir fiction

Eager for a decadent adventure
Before I die I'd like some memories
For I hope you can see we are authentic
But I don't expect you to believe me