You like the new hit song, you’ll like it all week long
You’ve got the hip new clothes, and a brand new nose
The world’s your oyster
But shellfish never was your thing

Oh I can see it in your Bateman eyes
The way your worldview wants to crystallize
But something’s not right
It keeps you up at night
It knocks you off your feet
Into the middle of the street

You’ve got a look that shouts “please let me out”
You’re chasing all the stars, they’ll watch you run so far
You’re an entrepreneur, because we wanted more
You like the hit new song, you’ll like it all night long

Oh I can see it in your Bateman eyes
The way the city seems to hypnotize
Magnetic pull of business enterprise
You think these passing fads will cauterize
Your bleeding personality
It almost feels like a parody

Oh I can see it in your Bateman eyes
This cold lust to kill what you don’t recognize
Those unlike you are so uncivilized
But only now you start to realize
In the mirror, you see your Bateman eyes
The kind that people love to canonize
The kind that makes you want to sympathize
With kings and queens that rule above the skies

I can see it in your…

You like classic Fords
As long as they don’t go too far back
You’ve got a Pinto in the driveway
And you’ll get a Bronco if the car’s black
There are diamond rings in your bloody stool
And you fucked and failed your way through school
And the law and order will bend the rules
For your sorry self

I can see it in your decadent disguise
I can see it in your Bateman eyes