I wanna be rich, and I want lots of money I don't care about clever, I don't care about funny I want loads of clothes, and *** loads of diamonds I heard people die while they're trying to find them I'll take my clothes off, and it will be shameless Cos everyone knows, that's how you get famous I'll look at the sun, and I'll look in the mirror I'm on the right track, yeah, I'm on to a winner And I don't know what's right and what's real anymore I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear? Is fun being taken over by the fame? Life's about film stars, and less about mothers It's all about fast cars, and cussing each other But it doesn't matter, cos I'm packing plastic And that's what makes my life so ***ing fantastic And I am a weapon of massive consumption And it's not my fault, it's how I'm programmed to function I'll look at the sun, and I'll look in the mirror I'm on the right track, yeah, I'm on to a winner And I don't know what's right and what's real anymore I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear? Is fun being taken over by the fame? Forget about guns and forget ammunition Cos I'm killing them all on my own little mission Now I'm not a saint, but I'm not a sinner And everything's cool as long as I'm getting thinner And I don't know what's right and what's real anymore I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore When do you think it will all become clear? Is fun being taken over by the fame? When do you think it will all become clear?