text: Selling exes down the river
  Every Katies got her price
  And the details make you shiver
  But its hard to escape when your head is stuck in vice
  Because nothing matters in the self obsessive age
  Where they dare you not to notice
  But its everywhere in shocking colour on the page
  In the magazine
  Staring out at me
  Out of my TV
  Other peoples lives
  Pixelated lives
  Just like yours and mine
  Every weekend i bear witness
  To the social suicides
  To the thief who stays for breakfast
  To the poster child screwing everybodys wife
  Yeah its just a story
  But it keeps me hanging on
  For the needy soul
  The glory hole confessional
  I got to see whats going down
  In the magazine
  Staring out at me