text: All the paper Gods in the sky of gray
  All the fools in town are ruling today, today
  Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin
  The fools in town are ruling now
  Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
  Fools leading 
  Who needs it?
   Duran Duran
  Hey girl, want it all the talking men declares
  Go running to be first in line for what? Nobody cares
  The next thing you must have, find peace with matching bag
  Its nothing to be glad about, or sad when you forget about it
  And while the race is on, the rats will run the streets
  The slaver in a sweatshop, putting trainers on your feet
  Im walking through the rain, oblivious to pain
  To shelter from the blame without a reason to complain about it
  Oh, oh, oh, dont complain about it
  Oh, oh, oh, dont complain about it
  Oh, oh, oh, forget about it
  Oh, oh, oh, oh
   Mr. Hudson
  Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin
  The fools in town are ruling now 
  Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
  Fools leading 
  Who needs it?
   Duran Duran
  Shes staring out in underwear, from your computer screen
  Its all on sale for dirty cash, we can wash it clean
  So hang it out online, confess and youll feel fine
  And if you got the time to spare we want to know
  Which name youre wearing
  And when the final curtain finally comes down
  Well all be in the party room, no wiser as to how
  The total human race became a basket case
  Its nothing to lose face about it
  Its really not a place to doubt it
  Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin
  The fools in town are ruling now
  Bleeding from paper cuts, money for head shots
  Fools leading 
  Who needs it?
  Paper Gods falling down
  Paper house, paper town
  Paper Gods falling down
  Paper world just falling down
  Paper Gods falling down
  Paper house, paper town
  Paper Gods falling down
  Paper world just falling down
  Falling down, falling down
  Falling down, falling down
  Falling down, falling down
  Bow to the paper Gods in a world that is paper thin
  The fools in town are ruling now
  Bleeding from paper cuts, they go for the money shots
  The fools leading 
  Who needs them?
  All the paper Gods in the sky of gray
  All the fools in town are ruling today, today