This self-made mogul alpha-male

Now seeks a Dalai Lama

To become a cocooned darling larva

I'll donate my album sales

To what the left-wing stance is

The pet peeves of the candidates

And wet reeds in their tan lips

Exceeds the bandwidth

The self-empowered blog stirs in all you apathetic scenesters

From this downward-dogger

Newly flowered songbird

But I used to drive my stretch Humvee

Through rap fads like an occupied Baghdad

Looking like a pet monkey

In a one-piece holding a handbag

Now I'm stylized in your art commune

Torturing a TV host

Holding a weenie-roast over car-bombed ruins

Choking on a tapioca ball

In being a sun-drenched life-size Yoda doll

Obsequious banter is protocol (new skin)

Admonished, I withstand the office day singed

Then become counter-culture's misanthropic statesman

Take wives with a chest full of animal hair

Put their vulvas on pre-heat

Then have an extra-marital affair at the yoga retreat

I'm a wheatgrass fueled, rehashed, eco-friendly hippie freak

Encased in what's aesthetically pleasing

Marvel at this LA-based, dead artifice

We are all coated in a plastic film

But there lies a thick layer of secret skin

There lies a layer of secret skin

Under your soft-edit enhanced cosmetic implants

There lies a thick layer of secret skin

A body for you to re-begin

'Please give to this undisclosed relief fund'

Says the liberal with a tealeaf on his tongue

Cuz soldiers are pointing their BB guns at children's TB lungs

So we've sanctioned graffiti fun to slander your figurehead

Hack into amalgamated algorithms that open cells in crowded prisons

But I got to go get that 'save-the-world-look' first

Under that thin veneer, there is a buried sun

An aptly engineered new planetarium

Working class (Yeah)

Heroism (That's me)

Is stylish (Sure)

All season (It is)

Sleeveless shirts (Uh-huh)

Quinoa (That's me, girl)

Drum circles (Talk to me)

Palm-readings

We are all coated in a plastic film

But there lies a thick layer of secret skin

There lies a layer of secret skin

Under your soft-edit enhanced cosmetic implants

There lies a thick layer of secret skin

A body for you to re-begin

We are all coated in a plastic film

But there lies a thick layer of secret skin

There lies a layer of secret skin

Under your soft-edit enhanced cosmetic implants

There lies a thick layer of secret skin

A body for you to re-begin

Under that thin veneer, there is a buried sun

An aptly engineered new planetarium