He's a victim of his own time In his vintage suit and tie He's casualty dressed to the teeth In the latest genocide The new seasons come and go At the dog and pony show Gonna sit and beg and fetch the names And he'll follow your dress code WHAT'S IN A NAME?...HEY! She's a scented magazine Looking sharp and livin clean Living well and dressed to kill But she looks like hell to me So hen you're dancing through your wardrobe Do the anorex-a go-go Cloaked with style For pedophiles as your credit card explodes (woahhhh ohh)