[Verse 1] Static in the school hall Flatscreens teaching kids to crawl Pledge to faces on the wall Plastic crowns A golden thrall Red carpet in my cereal ads Laugh tracks over body bags Smile wide while the markets crash They sell saints in a gift shop sash [Chorus] Fuck your publicity You turn our rage into a product line Fuck your publicity You paint the chains so they look divine Bow down Bow down To the chosen Pretty few Fuck your publicity I won’t worship who you choose [Verse 2] Newsfeed dripping movie gloss Every headline hiding loss Bombs fall off the bottom crawl Top story is a clothing haul Perfect teeth preach what to feel Read the script Call it real Every scandal Every lie Another rating spike Another lullaby [Chorus] Fuck your publicity You turn our pain into a weekend show Fuck your publicity You crown the puppets Then you call it hope Bow down Bow down To the image they approve Fuck your publicity I won’t worship who you choose [Bridge] Change the channel Same face Same frame New suit New spin But the core’s the same Heroes for hire On a talk show throne Sing for the empire Sell our souls back on loan (hey!) [Chorus] Fuck your publicity You dress the chains in a shining hue Fuck your publicity You sell our lives as a season two Bow down Bow down That’s the script they wrote for you Fuck your publicity I won’t worship who you choose
