Vain boys are gonna have to swallow their pride this time. So let the punishment fit the crime. It's under the table. Under your skin. Into the cable. Is this the death of the glory you're in?. Chorus:. Black sails in the sunset. White noise going yakety-yak. All the money in the world will never bring your body back. Is it some mysterious dance nobody can do?. Thought I knew all the steps quite clearly. I don't have a clue. Oooh. You're Cinderella with a ball and chain. And the shoe seems to fit you. You tell the truth sometimes but. You wouldn't know it if it hit you. Is this some new trick. Wired up in your head?. Do you make me sick. Or was I just force fed?.