Ah La La La La La La,

Ah La La La La La La

Sex is currency

She sells cars,

She sells magazines

Addictive bittersweet, crack your hands,

with the hopeless nicotines

Everyone's a lost romantic,

Since our love became a kissing show

Everyone's a cassanova,

Come and pass me the mistletoe

Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone

She, is easier to love

It's easier to lie

It's easier to fake and smile and brag

It's easier leave

It's easier to lie

It's harder to face ourselves at night

Feeling alone,

What have we done?

What is the monster we've become?

Were is my soul?

Ah, la, la, la, la,

La la la la la la la

Sex is industry,

The CEO, of corporate policy

Skin-deep ministry,

Suburban youth, hailing so-called liberty

Every advertising antic,

I've been a ways with a neon glow

War and love become pedantic,

We wage love with a mistletoe

Everyone's been scared to death of dying here alone

She, is easier to love

It's easier to lie

It's easier to fake and smile and brag

It's easier leave

It's easier to lie

It's harder to face ourselves at night

Feeling alone,

What have we done?

What is the monster we've become?

Were is my soul?