[Verse 1] That platinum card ain't impressing me, Your diamond rings are a tragedy. I've never cared for your hollow queens, Your modern ladies without any means. [Chorus 1] Woah, yeah! You don't stand for what I stand for! Bonne souche! Nothing but a fucking bore! [Verse 2] You chew up glamour, you spit out style, A credit line behind your plastic smile. All your glitzy things and magazine dreams, Means fuck-all to me, it's all just screams. [Chorus 2] Woah, yeah! You don't stand for what I stand for! Bonne souche! Nothing but a fucking bore! Woah! All your visual fame! Yeah! It's a goddamn shame! Woah! That Hollywood cool guy? Bonne souche! It's all a lie! Woah, yeah! You don't stand for what I stand for! Bonne souche! Just a hollow fucking core!
