The devil wears Abercrombie&Fitch

We ought to be tanning topless in tropical spas
Surronded by life's caviar and the usual socialites
Selling our souls for pina coladas
Instead of choosing the teenage path to angst
And museless poets typing away their nails, bitten to the flesh
Roaming urbs and suburbia whith hipster thoughts in mind
Senseless - but hey, we're trying.