Lyrics:

Get it while you know it's good, the risk was made to take
There's a million desperate wants; I only expect pain
Pages and pages blank, a fashion of disease
Clean up and make it yours, oh but not for free...
Oh it gets to me
Oh, whatever
You... It's easy to believe a pretty face
You... We have a choice and we still choose the fake
You... It's not my job to think for you, it's not my place
Get it while you know it's good, the risk was made to take
Clean up and make it yours, oh but not for free...
Oh it gets to me
Oh, whatever
You... It's easy to believe a pretty face
You... We have a choice and we still choose the fake
You... It's not my job to think for you, it's not my place
You... It's easy to believe a pretty face
You... We have a choice and we still choose the fake
You... It's not my job to think for you, it's not my place
It's easy to believe a pretty face
We have a choice and we still choose the fake
You... It's not my job to think for you, it's not my place