Cains Heresy by The Lounge Society Lyrics

The death of four souls, is less than a kick in the teeth for them
Poisonous ideals on the screen, breed a vicious way of thinking off the screen

Fashions all they've got
We ain't got no fashion at all
They're servants to fame
Oh they're servants to fame

The face of a nation, bloody and bruised
A leopard-print echo, of yesterdays news

Fashions all they've got
We ain't got no fashion at all
They're servants to fame
Oh they're servants to fame