Fanciness worn on the sleeve of a slum
Goes running forlorn from your fingers and thumbs
Mingles with stars from your teeth and your gums
Withering grass and a vacancy drum
Branches and horns growing peaches and plums
Dress it up so fancy, dress it up so nice
When you get it dirty, shine it up so bright
Tangled in bells and a wrapper inside
Fiberglass shells separate and divide
Pearls in a snail leaving inches of slime
In a delicate way having something to hide
Your handcrafted pit and your factory shine
Dress it up so fancy, dress it up so nice
When you get it dirty, leave it all behind