Full blood veggie dressed in fur
And your beliefs are in a blur
The Benetton colors are so true
Just not on the beach next to you
Maybe it's time for some self interrogation
But you already chose your final destination
Saving the whales during the day
But at night you're making them pay

This is why
You think you're on track
And never falling back
Tell your little conscience that
You think you're on track
And never falling back

You can't keep on preachin'
Like its your Sunday meetin'

It's too Buster Keaton
Maybe there is no Eden

Girl, you acting like you still have your corporate virginity
But there is always a cross for you to bear
Politically correct about everything besides yourself
If you could buy a perfume of it, you would
You can't keep on preachin'...

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