作曲 : Sheff
This week's cash for last week's grass your crew collates
While you sit in the van and wait
Gassed and trashed and smashed, young cads roasting away
On a sunny summer day or, okay, an 
August night anyway
And you're living on air, while on the 25th floor up there
They'd fan a million bucks before your face
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
All mussed into an’ 
I've just been ****ed shape
Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed
She said, 
I'm done with looking back, and you look your age
Which is thirty-seven, by the way, and not twenty-eight
And ****ing let them stare because at this point 
I don't care
I have been your bride stripped bare since ’98
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air
It's a gas now, it's a laugh, just how far several mil can take it
This week's fast as last week's flash of interstate
When you starved and never ate
This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face
As you roam on silk, ripped tippy-toe alone through 
Silver lake
Splayed astride a snow-white mare, on a non-stop all-night tear
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear
You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged