The Beauty Club

The nations of the world unite at Sephora tonight
 The Champs Elysees sets the stage
 The pretty boys, the glamorous girls
 Everybody wants a new lipstick shade
 The international chic and the bourgeoisie

We sing with one voice our silent prayer
 

If you are beautiful, you are never lonely
 If you are beautiful, you can hold me
 If you are beautiful, you will never die
 If you are beautiful, you will never cry

Practiced in the art of illusion
 
 Sleight of hand brings a fusion of sight and sound
 Feels like solid ground
 The beauty club takes a secret oath
 Never say die, live forever inside these walls
 Pulled uptight, eyelids bright, wrinkle-free

Back in the garden naked was gold
 Never got cold, never got old, never needed a jacket or a new dress to hack it
 No shame, no guilt, and no need for admission
 Just beautiful days with sunlight drenching down our skin
 Never told a lie, never needed to hide
 Those were the days before we were slaves

We sing with one voice our silent prayer
 
 If you are beautiful, you are never lonely
 If you are beautiful, you can hold me
 If you are beautiful, you will never die
 If you are beautiful, you will never cry

So here we are under artificial light searching for the lost Eden
 
 Me, the old guard, and the new bohemian
 Even though I know it’s just smoke and mirrors
 Oz is just an average guy behind velvet ropes and drawn curtains
 I buy the quest hook line and sinker
 Study the pages, find out what the rage is

Got to have it, grab it When I look in the mirror I see the slave is me, in modern chains

so fashionably